Thousands of nameless faces
no light but rather the starless night visible.
Eyes reflecting the glimmering vibrant flames
In the stadium of doom. Once the stadium of life.
Nineteen horses dressed in clothes of red and black
furiously lead the way down an unfamiliar road
for your dark parade.
All the witnesses have arrived.
Heaven, Song, Poetry, and Dance carrying gifts in their hands
came to admire with me
a doomsday for somebody in particular.
Penal fire is the sentence!
The council decides.
On my periphery
I catch Jupiter grinning at me from afar.
-I\'m smiling back.
The throne of desolation awaits for you
It won\'t modify its place or time
without saving
or second chance.