I’m back again in animal form. Don’t be affraid to look into my eyes, because you’re me and I am you. We stay on the same level and I spit fire on them who are beneath me. I curse them with my bloody plague full of darknes. I scorn their scarred lives, thrusts on heart … ? Let the light of their existence get dark. I’m a heretic and I will always look like this in their eyes. Nevertheless, I ask whether or not to jump into death’s embrace is blasphemy ? I don’t wan’t to be alive or dead, are we evil refusing that ? To be sure, nothing is worthy. The curse is signed with my name to make them understand that the world spins in another way