“I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, ‘Come and see.’ And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that...
Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth...
“God is dead… and we have killed him… who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves?”...