(And Angel said: 'Thus every one of your boasts

that what he writes is new; tho' it is only

the Contents or Index of already publish'd

books. A man carried a monkey about for a

show, and because he was a little wiser than

the monkey, grew vain, and conceiv'd himself

himself as much wiser than seven men. It is

with every one of you: he shows the folly of

churches, and exposes hypocrities, till he

imagines that all are religious, and himself

the single one on earth that ever broke a net.

Now hear a plain fact: He has not written one

new truth. Now hear another: he has written

all the old falsehoods. And now hear the reason.

He conversed with Angels who are all religious,

and conversed not with Devils who all hate

religion, for he was incapable thro' his

conceited notions. Thus his writings are a

recapitulation of all superficial opinions,

and analysis of the more sublime but no further.')



I have done all my quests.

I am glad more or less.



Last time when I had gone -

She had screamed she would come



And try to recognise

What a deuce... Wench am I!



I shalt bring many things

When I spread my dark wings.



So ye wilt scream and cry -

I shalt hurt ye and I'll



Raise your laugh for a while

After that... Whore am I!



In the groove!



The most of you will never got to be happy at all

Because you can only weep and complain,

Because you try to remember your own childhood's days...

I've got to remind you of coffins

And haunt you again and again

And the chain of life won't break anyway...

So, eaten bread is soon forgotten -

Taken cares soon disappear!



Angel of the dreams and nightmares

Show me the way you have flown this night

What have you seen,

What have you heard,

What have you done?

"...At the eventide

I was flying high above the woods,

I was going across the hills

Through the trees

I've seen the bloody moon in the midnight skies,

I've shed the vampiric mist on the fields

Oh, I worked very hard...

But I don't seem to have done a lot...



World needs adversities

Because they give you (opportunity to) hope -

The hope does let you get

Something's like a nice tomb.



Are you silly worm really surprised?

Do not you know, opportunity seldom knocks twice...

And your cares knock at your door almost everyday!

So, eaten bread is soon forgotten -

Taken cares soon disappear



Don't cry poor mankind, be quiet - I am here.

Soon I'll be feeding you... Guess what I brought

You as the others do need some meal. -

I will have given to you that ideal



I've ruined the human mansions -

Now there's misery and sadness there

Lick up your sweet desperation:

Have your bread and have your death!

But eaten bread is soon forgotten -

Almost all these brats ate the bread,

Devoured the gotten

I worked very hard...

But I don't seem to have done a lot...

And so I shall never stay without my work."