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True Beauty Is Something That Attacks, Overpowers, Robs, And Finally Destroys.

As Long As You Know I Am Waiting, Take Your Time Flowers Of The Spring.

Other People Must Be Destroyed. In Order That I Might Truly Face The Sun, The World Itself Must Be Destroyed.

I Cried Sobbingly Until At Last Those Visions Reeking With Blood Came To Comfort Me. And Then I Surrendered Myself To Them, To Those Deplorably Brutal Visions, My Most Intimate Friends.

Men Had Been Living A Proud Life, Having Felt No Need For The Spirit-until Christianity Invented It.