The Last Christian Died On

I Looked For Great Men, But All I Found Were The Apes Of Their Ideals.

Give Me Today, For Once, The Worst Throw Of Your Dice, Destiny. Today I Transmute Everything Into Gold.

...lust Is Only A Sweet Poison For The Weakling, But For Those Who Will With A Lion's Heart It Is The Reverently Reserved Wine Of Wines.

Having Become Conscious Of The Truth He Once Perceived, Man Now Sees Only The Awfulness Or The Absurdity Of Existence, He Now Understands The Symbolic Element In Ophelia's Fate, He Now Recognizes The Wisdom Of The Woodland God, Silenus: It Nauseates Him.

Your Soul Will Be Dead Even Before Your Body: Fear Nothing Further.