I Made My Own House Be My

In The Middle Of The Journey Of Our Life I Came To Myself Within A Dark Wood Where The Straight Way Was Lost.

I Am The Way Into The City Of Woe. I Am The Way To A Forsaken People. I Am The Way Into Eternal Sorrow. Sacred Justice Moved My Architect. I Was Raised Here By Divine Omnipotence, Primordial Love And Ultimate Intellect. Only Those Elements Time Cannot Wear Were Made Before Me, And Beyond Time I Stand. Abandon All Hope Ye Who Enter Here.

Here Pity Only Lives When It Is Dead - Virgil

Blessed Are The Peacemakers, For They Have Freed Themselves From Sinful Wrath.

If The Present World Go Astray, The Cause Is In You, In You It Is To Be Sought.