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[Illustration © copyright Adam Adams 2010]

The shortcut of science remains limited to me
As if actors of factories urge songs of destiny
Into the realms of affection looking like bricks
Of glass works without any exception the patterns
And tapes of the masters who stressed upon us the
Themes of criminal religions of communities fitted
Like leather gloves full of hope of things we can

I am the observation the observed the observer
The brain of an alien an allied stranger the member
Pitched in the underlying sink of the raced relief
The herd and the driver of the herd love the burden
That the voters for murderers claim upon the free will
To walk inside in the lives of unknown territories before
Innocent children of the west are playing battles virtually
But the real empire plays it out louder than bombs can shout

The only profit we make lies in the way of a so-called victimized
Revolution that will never reveal its true nature for all powers
Are build upon greed and lies the smell of lawyers whose object is
In the mouth of wolves who start laughing frequently against
The former storm of the peaceful people brings nothing no profit
Can be build for the bankers when we live patiently for the sun to
Rise when the dawn is fading within the line of a nowhere horizon
That agents ambiguously observe with a grin in this mirror of water