Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt.

The true man wants two things: danger and play. For that reason he wants woman, as the most dangerous plaything.

Morality is the herd-instinct in the individual.

All things are subject to interpretation whichever interpretation prevails at a given time is a function of power and not truth.

Idleness is the parent of psychology.

He who laughs best today, will also laughs last.

Judgments, value judgments concerning life, for or against, can in the last resort never be true: they possess value only as symptoms, they come into consideration only as symptoms - in themselves such judgments are stupidities.

Egoism is the very essence of a noble soul.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

Art is not merely an imitation of the reality of nature, but in truth a metaphysical supplement to the reality of nature, placed alongside thereof for its conquest.

The best weapon against an enemy is another enemy.

To forget one's purpose is the commonest form of stupidity.

Plato was a bore.

One may sometimes tell a lie, but the grimace that accompanies it tells the truth.

Enduring habits I hate... Yes, at the very bottom of my soul I feel grateful to all my misery and bouts of sickness and everything about me that is imperfect, because this sort of thing leaves me with a hundred backdoors through which I can escape from enduring habits.

Altered opinions do not alter a man's character (or do so very little); but they do illuminate individual aspects of the constellation of his personality which with a different constellation of opinions had hitherto remained dark and unrecognizable.

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication.

Courageous, untroubled, mocking and violent-that is what Wisdom wants us to be. Wisdom is a woman, and loves only a warrior.

Undeserved praise causes more pangs of conscience later than undeserved blame, but probably only for this reason, that our power of judgment are more completely exposed by being over praised than by being unjustly underestimated.

We have art in order not to die of the truth.

When one has finished building one's house, one suddenly realizes that in the process one has learned something that one really needed to know in the worst way - before one began.

The earth needs blood

N' the pumped blood's full of hate

Trees stand by the earth step by step

So the trees pumped with blood

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In the time of God exhausted of blood

When God has no choice but force

Human lend God some blood

Causes human God's future owners

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God's powerful at loneliness

Human deals with God hand in hand

How to see the deal?

Spiritual speech the secret of believers

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Shame for shame in this deal

Meet for meet

Blood answers blood

The real Armageddon.

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Sometimes I the devil

Sometimes his

Sometimes we exchange the roles

Most of times both be evil.

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My blood pumped and full of hate

God forgot my works

I forgot my God either

So the so far the so good.

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Earth is my

Earth is my child's bed

Earth gives me blood

So my child is hatred either.

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This in progress cycle

Still cyclin' over billions

The suicide expectin' loads my old fruitless gun

The bloody child of progressin' cycle is my bullet.

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In the stomach of waste of time my creator surrounded

Waste needs person and person needs blood

In this cycle, Seconds try to fully suck the previous second's blood

But the bloody eyes of a viewer is full of a very last hate.

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O' God, cause of your role pinned to me on earth now

Cause the place to reach you pinned to earth

I don’t want the landed hatred "Kabbah"

My arms are different than the bloody shit.

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I know the end is a dark trip

And not known the end is a dark trip

So gimme an axe instead of light

My work is to break this bloody hatred cycle.

nothing more but do that more!!!

today is a great day and not because of the bloody day................................................................................................................................................................................cause its my birthday