Acted situation

Cheap shadowplay, sold expensive

Triumph of a dying culture



Rotten core

Surrounded by the

Faceless circle stream

Rolls like the boom

Of giant granite cylinders

Exposed victims and their hopeless runs

Breathe in dust with a boot in their neck

The fear in their eyes

Make spectators hearts

Beat the slow rhythm

Of executed "justice"



Spiral progress, unstoppable

Exhausted sources

Replaced by perversion



Down there to the realm of blood

Diving in seas of

Putrefied bodies



Charge yourself during scenes of dying

You will buy again

Cause boredom creates hunger