There Is Man In His Entirety, Blaming

The Confusion Is Not My Invention. We Cannot Listen To A Conversation For Five Minutes Without Being Aware Of The Confusion. It Is All Around Us And Our Only Chance Now Is To Let It In. The Only Chance Of Renovation Is To Open Our Eyes And See The Mess. It Is Not A Mess You Can Make Sense Of.

They Give Birth Astride Of A Grave, The Light Gleams An Instant, Then It's Night Once More.

Deplorable Mania, When Something Happens, To Inquire What.

You Cried For Night - It Falls. Now Cry In Darkness.

There's No Lack Of Void.