You can't break a rock with your hand, you can't go to the attic without a ladder, you can't hold a picture on the wall without a nail, you can't hear an echo without a voice. A house needs solid foundations beautiful flowers tidy gardens without actors, you watch the stage in vain. the last one rejoices from victory, a few more steps to the executioner's axe! The law is flexible, according to the master's will, truth, soaked in blood, cruel without compassion while the people starve. Palaces, golden cold walls! Lamentation, tears, freedom without price, they bow to the executioner in fear, in the shadow of the guillotine, hope woven, fate lies within it, without mercy, without hesitation. Power, intoxicating like old wine, in the mirror of lies mute faces, hears only the echoes of his own words, sees the desires of his dreams. The wheel of history turns slowly, Karma is approaching, the punishment great. Mighty ruler, your fall may surprise you, you will fall, a small matchstick is enough for dynamite, on the ruins of pride we must prevail!
