I Have To Confess I'm Not A

Sometimes It’s Only Madness That Makes Us What We Are.

From Now On, I'm Opting For Ontological Terrorism.

I Run Blindly Through The Madhouse ... And I Cannot Even Pray ... For I Have No God.

In The World Of The Superheroes, Everything Had Value, Potential, Mystery. Any Person, Thing, Or Object Could Be Drafted Into Service In The Struggle Against Darkness And Evil - Remade As A Weapon Or A Warrior Or A Superhero. Even A Little Bee Named Michael - After God's Own Avenging Angel - Could Pitch In To Win The Battle Against Wickedness.

I Just Wanted All The Wars To Be Over So That We Could Spend The Money On Starships And Mars Colonies.