Last Words Are Only Words.

The Martyr Who Longs For The Flames Can Be No Right Candidate For Them.

Hard Weather, Says The Old Man. So Let It Be. Wrap Me In The Weathers Of The Earth, I Will Be Hard And Hard. My Face Will Wash Rain Like The Stones.

Maybe It's Like Mac Says. Ever Man Winds Up With The Horse That Suits Him.

You Say You Can't? Then Don't Do It. That's All.

Your God Must Once Have Stood At A Dawn Of Infinite Possibilities, And This Is What He's Made Of It. You Tell Me That I Want God's Love? I Don't. Perhaps I Want Forgiveness, But There's No-one To Ask It Of. And There's No Going Back, There's No Setting Things Right, There's Only The Hope Of Nothingness.