The Life Of The Wealthy Is One

The Strides Of Humanity Are Slow, They Can Only Be Counted In Centuries.

Revolution Is Like Saturn, It Devours Its Own Children.

I'll Know How To Die With Courage; That Is Easier Than Living.

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.

The World Is Chaos. Nothingness Is The Yet-to-be-born God Of The World.