The fiend within us all. In the thirteenth month of civilization's Year, time is frozen as a mid-winter pond And a sharp wind extinguishes the flame Of reason, the saint within us all. In the thirteenth season of responsibility, All which lived dies. The new dogma is strife, and Violence the new deity. That which was once only an ephemeral wisp Of thought, a visceral tremor of desire, is Suddenly the ordinary.
Sanity is a word for fools and cowards.
Pain and destruction are praiseworthy.