> Even among the utterly lost, for whom life and death are equally
jests, there are matters of which no jest can be made.
> E.A. Poe, Masque of the Red Death
Syphilitic prophet of the overman—
You spoke the truth,
Branding all poets liars.
Seek out the poet who never deceived!
You will find him at the archive of empty pages—
Such is the curse
Of those who create:
To put forth the innermost lies
Of which no jest can be made.