I transmit my soul, now I’m a void stooge in the claws of a pretentious benefactor. Creator of thoughtless thesis and spurious doctrine. I’m a miserable orthodox moron, I’m degenerated with my absurdity. I’ve lost everything what’s worthy of being honest. My tongue was torn out, my brain was knocked out, beacuse they split my skull open with their cross. What is a word, what is a thought for me ? Though I’m only a figure of this spiritual farce. And the really wonderful myths … My body has already thrilled. Thinking about a clean soul, entering the precious heaven paradise. Fortunatelly, my hand is led by the saviour’s „true being line“. Oh, what a dull asceticism has clouded over me, this is gratefully my real form. However, here’s my tragedy that I’m too hear sighted to show characteristics of myself. Though I can’t say ‘cause I’m not. I’m merely a fragment, sperm of fatality deformed by the what I so rapturously worship
