President Besters Alimony - Troll

Euphoria as a trick, beloved but denied

Hidden in an agenda of means

«Breed behind the instincts, feed the masses!»

Stationary dreams, taken swift in a glimpse

To race dimensions in a single grain, multiplicity!

Find sanctuary in the Eleysian sandcastle

Feel the stench of mass hysterias cauldron

See the branch easily brake

To hit the ground, merciless smiles from above

Surrendered to the miracle of death… A lesson to beg for

Marked as a Man I stand, behold the tide is rising

Nor a trixster, nor a fool, engulfed in coal

Hastily on the way to other «planets», whirling

To bloom in the horizons, to settle in the shade

A cure for the stream: To blend the evolution

As it leaps into tomorrow