Salvation Is For The Feeble,

It Was Autumn, The Springtime Of Death. Rain Spattered The Rotting Leaves, And A Wild Wind Wailed. Death Was Singing In The Shower. Death Was Happy To Be Alive. The Fetus Bailed Out Without A Parachute. It Landed In The Sideline Astroturf, So Upsetting The Cheerleaders That For The Remained Of The Afternoon Their Rahs Were More Like Squeaks.

Every Day Is Judgement Day. Always Has Been. Always Will Be.

The Ultimate End Of Any Ideology Is Totalitarianism.

Death Is Simple. Life Is Messy. Give Me Life, The More Complicated The Better.

Birth And Death Were Easy. It Was Life That Was Hard.