Nothing is made, nothing disappears. The same changes, at the same places, never stopping.

Before the first before and after the last after, there is night waiting.

You are not what you are; You are darkness Looking for light within.

Disease often comes with a smiling face.

Deliver thunder, God If you choose not to talk.

Is it possible to write a poem or are these words just screams of outlaws exiled to the desert?

When all is lost, there is still a memory.