‘The fount of beauty, peace, and love, from God’s heart flowing, The Shaper of a World for us. Life-giving, from Death arising, Tho rejected, despised, mocked. Beauty’s fragrance by Degradation consumed, Dystopia dawns, Hell’s Abyss Gapes Insane ‘truths’ abound, Yes. But, in Nietzschean parallel Truth is Dead, and We have Killed Him’.
Truth is Dead. And We Have Killed Him
