This Country Will Kill You

Men Of God And Men Of War Have Strange Affinities.

Hell Ain't Half Full.

When The Lies Are All Told And Forgot The Truth Will Be Their Yet.

Words Pale And Lose Their Savor While Pain Is Always New.

I Yearn For The Darkness. I Pray For Death. Real Death. If I Thought That In Death I Would Meet The People I've Known In Life I Don't Know What I'd Do. That Would Be The Ultimate Horror. The Ultimate Despair. If I Had To Meet My Mother Again And Start All Of That All Over, Only This Time Without The Prospect Of Death To Look Forward To? Well. That Would Be The Final Nightmare. Kafka On Wheels.