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By joshua


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Mendacious Nietzsche

Mendacious Nietzsche

> 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

Mendacious Nietzsche— 

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— 

An artist,


Such is the curse

Of those who create:

To put forth the innermost lies

Of which no jest can be made.