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Flashing lights and rhythmic sounds

They fill this night

People are enjoying a festival

But Descarte is here

He has a plan in his mind

Such an evil plan...

Descarte:

‘‘I will grant you some pain

To help you exceed yourself

Pain will excite your brain cells

You are numb, you are a slumberous trivial being but I show no contempt

I will assert my authority to guide your steps to cosmic balance’’

The music stops

people stand still, they are hypnotized

Now it’s time to make them weep

He will assail their young ones

And teach them a lesson

As soon as Descarte whispered ‘‘now you are free to move’’

screams and moans flooded the skies, the tragedy was complete

Descarte:

‘‘Lord look at my wondrous deeds, they breathe my gorgeousness

A single knife is like a paint-brush for my art, my grotesque art

I am the onset of Hell in their lives’’

‘‘I will grant you some pain

To help you exceed yourself

Pain will excite your brain cells

You are numb, you are a slumberous trivial being but I show no contempt

I will assert my authority to guide your steps to cosmic balance’’

The murdered children:

‘O God why you flee in panic? Where is your grace?

Innocent flesh dissolved into pieces, now we are forlorn

Our demons will make our people wiser’’