It Would Be Difficult For Me Not

You Walk On Corpses, Beauty, Undismayed.

The Artist Is Today And Has Been For Many Years, Despite His Absence Of Merit, Simply A Spoiled Child. So Many Honors, So Much Money Bestowed On Men Without Souls And Without Education.

The Cannon Thunders... Limbs Fly In All Directions... One Can Hear The Groans Of Victims And The Howling Of Those Performing The Sacrifice... It's Humanity In Search Of Happiness.

Cats, So Strong And Gentle, The Pride Of The Household.

Dance Can Reveal Everything Mysterious That Is Hidden In Music