"to what I owe this breath ******, to what I know this death moody, lingered upon your wish to die, to die is intellectual lie into the circle out in snow, thus I entered thus I just go"
(Beloved reader, by the way, that was nightingale, imitating lark, lark was never a bird, it had always been our conviction.)
Here I enter enter to take the knife from your hand
I cut my throat everyday
Catastrophe is an existence
my friend is a traitor he did not held my head in lap one last time
reincarnation is suffering
agony is overrated overrating is an agony
thus I must not live thus I must not live thus I must not live