Revolution calls my name. I will soon dwell in nothingness, and my name will be in the Pantheon of history.
Germany is now a field of cadavers, soon she will be a paradise.
The stars are scattered all over the sky like shimmering tears, there must be great pain in the eye from which they trickled.
That is a long word: forever!
A good man with a good conscience doesn't walk so fast.
Only one thing abides: an infinite beauty that passes from form to form, eternally changed and revealed afresh.