Neschopnost vladne svetu a nevdecnost ji k tom nadsene tleska.

"Were you born in this locality?"
He nodded his head again without answering me. It seemed to be an affirmative gesture, but it also seemed to be the nervous head shake of a person who is thinking.
"And where are you from yourself?" he asked.
"I come from South America, " I said.
"That's a big place. Do you come from all of it?"
His eyes were piercing again as he looked at me.
I began to explain the circumstances of my birth, but he interrupted me.
"We are alike in this respect, " he said. "I live here now but I'm really a Yaqui from Sonora."
"Is that so! I myself come from-"
He did not let me finish.
"I know, I know, " he said. "You are who you are, from wherever you are, as I am a Yaqui from Sonora."

silent scream..

...and the evil that was once vanquished shall rise a new.
Wrapped in a gauze of man.
Shall he walk amongst the innocent and terror shall consume they that dwell upon the Earth.
Behold! The war amongst the Heavens shall not be contained, and the sons of men shall be engulfed in a flood of conflict, and all hope shall be lost unto them.
And He shall make a war upon the Heavens and the Heavens shall gird themselves as for battle.
The righteous shall fall upon the wicked and lay siege to the very gates of Hell.
And He shall take peace of men kind and loose great destruction upon the Earth.
The Lord of Hatred shall ascend his throne and the fires of Hell shall devour all.
And he shall meet out his vengeance upon all flesh and the blood of innocents shall run as great torrents.

Who then shall be saved?

[Mephisto]

To není tak že zdi nemohou mluvit... ony jen s námi mluvit nechtějí...

Vrah žal

Seděla na zemi
A na zápěstí bílém
Krůpěje krve ji naskočily

Seděla schoulena
A v těle zjihlém
Vzpomínky zlé
Vše krásné utopily

Bez slov a posunku
Osud si malovala
Tak tiše seděla
Se slzou na líci

Života neměla
A oči jiskřící
Dávno ji zhasly

Duše si letěla
Vzduchem a mávala
Duše si letěla
Na tělo nedala

Chtěla tam
Kde duše musí
Když člověk tělo zabije

Chtěla tam
Kde se to sluší
Když za smrt tvou pan žal vinný je

I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world, but the simple word love itself had already died and went away.

jedna moje kamaradka

Sometimes insanity is the only alternative.

To absent friends, lost loves, old gods and the seasons of mists. And may each and everyone of us always give the devil his due.