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There is an unknown rhythm in the Universe

A rhythm that binds all things

And the one who deviates

Will be insane, will be cursed...

Descarte:

‘‘I revolt at the sight of these creatures

but no one will avoid chastisement

My wrath now governs my body

Their deeds are an insult to the king’’

Their future was preordained

And their hybris will now turn against them

Like a bolt

Descarte:

‘‘ Who are you men? Why you think you worth more than a worm?’’

‘‘Disgusting men, you live in shame

you can’t see more than your eyes

your only concern is your damned vanity

Try to flutter your wings and you’ll fall

Consigned to your delusions, you have shaped a world where you are the only King’’

‘‘ Who are you men? Why you think you worth more than a worm?’’

The throne is wreathed in mist

This wisdom’s Mathusaleh

His attitude would soon change

His Love has turned to Wrath

The Empire of Mind has failed

Their hybris will now turn against them

Descarte’s deadliest wrath

would descend upon them