I stand in the midst of Life and Death,
Of Truth and Lies, Of Love and Hate.
At morn I hold what mothers nurse: at
Night I become their final fate
- Oh, Hell, welcome me at your gate!

These things: I am All and I am None;
I hear my tired body ripping.
Stop the chaos, reach perfection.
I AM the killer I'm killing.
His blood and Mine, one in dripping.

Purple
20 December 2000