I Hear The Ruin Of All Space,

We Are An Unfortunate Priest-ridden Race And Always Were And Always Will Be Tell The End Of The Chapter.... A Priest-ridden Godforsaken Race.

Gazing Up Into The Darkness I Saw Myself As A Creature Driven And Derided By Vanity; And My Eyes Burned With Anguish And Anger.

It Is As Painful Perhaps To Be Awakened From A Vision As To Be Born.

My Puns Are Not Trivial. They Are Quadrivial

Man And Woman, Love, What Is It? A Cork And A Bottle.