With the everyday existence\'s the mechanized consensus is incorporated in each and everyone of us,
- humanity\'s understandable control for the contemporary collision course.
It clings to us with its unattainable grasping breath from the Rue Morgue.

The Army’s of policymakers treads out from the emptiness,
untiring echoes the religion\'s stars to fly’s its flags with silence of time.
From inside, the futile town resemble the uniform of wane snow angels on wingless asphalt.

This structure is for power not for truth, unconquered it governs and we obey kneeled.