The Errors Of The Observer

Doesn't Surprise Me That Christ Our Lord Preferred To Live With Whores And Sinners, Seeing I Go In For That Myself.

One Must Keep Repeating The Truth.

Wild Dreams Torment Me As I Lie. And Though A God Lives In My Heart, Though All My Power Waken At His Word, Though He Can Move My Every Inmost Part - Yet Nothing In The Outer World Is Stirred. Thus By Existence Tortured And Oppressed I Crave For Death, I Long For Rest.

Great Thoughts And A Pure Heart, That Is What We Should Ask From God.

From Desire I Plunge To Its Fulfilment, Where I Long Once More For Desire.