Is one good phrase worth its shitty paragraph
Or a lifetime of filth one second of perfect beauty?
Where is truth here, within what husk, and what chaff
Why is it gone, while I keep threshing what mortal duty?

Alive. at last.

God was dead. Man was dead. The devil, gone. And there she stood, under the tree of life, with the head of a sphinx, and a body made for mortal sin. In her womb she would lay the seeds of death. Time. 6:16. 50 minutes. I will be home.