Dear dear illusion of apocalyptic sky
how have you been in the volcanic cry
the mushes, the lure, the galvanic eye
the one who staged your manic die
the plethora of dust, Hust..it must!
you just couldnt see the gust of crust
lust you cursed was bound to rust
the burst of soul, the locked unjust
the daily dose of fresh sublime
cut into ears, the sour rhyme
the photofinished nostalgic mime
left to burn..Time to crime!
the two rounds of satanic whirl
the illusion changed, the cryptic hurl
if not today, the ecliptic twirl
the dreamer will die in a triptych pearl
