I know that your hypocrity
Is as brilliant as an usurper's plan
Of course, you bipedal mammals
Want to be watched and adored
By simply wear a hundred masks
To conceal a disgusting mark behind

It's to die for, mortal!
My words, are nothing but a trash
But, be prepared for sensational war!
The chance of a lifetime shall not pass away so easily!

It's really clear from your vacant tone
The light's absent in someone's face
Precisely, it's a matter of manipulation
And you, shall not realize their humilation

A dark age has return to it's former glory
But don't worry, you have a big part in it
The future is littered with blood and tears
And you, my dear, will ascend higher and higher--
Until you fall and trampled by time.

[Banyuwangi, 13/05/17]