To wash away this pain, carry out the disdain
Don’t come in vain,
I am being mercilessly slain
But that’s OK,
As explicitly was shown, they may.
 
Hannibal crossing the Alps, winning,
Near the Po and Trebua, Lake Trasamino’s and Cannae
Didn’t save Carthage from the raise of Africanus
Till the total destruction of the Phoenician  rooted civilization.
After the disarray of my identity,
On who else this methods will be used, updated and upgraded?
 
Resources never dreamed at classic antiquity,
Nor in possession of the slayers of Titans.
In disguise as tactics of social harmonization
Even under the Asclepius Wand, terror is at hand.
Remember the  structuralism of Michel Foucault
Considering cum granu salis, understand
L’histoire de la Folie et Surveiller et Punir...
 
O irony, won’t you leave your job siding destiny,
Snarling at thy subjects syncretic misery?
No Ars Amatoria, maybe be sent to a glass shelter,
Making Ovid’s banning a cosmopolitan cozy place.
 
While the dogs bark the caravan is passing. No,
May all canines in unison and tone ferociously bark!
As Joyce let slip in Ulysses, history is a nightmare,
So one may not forget we are inevitably there.
Be aware, creed is fallacy, no one is going to care.
 
Statistical analysis, freedom paralysis. Etcetera,
What will you do about Baidu?
The question rests, will You?

Black hole sun won’t you come?