"Consider the lillies of the field". Consider the carnage and massacre. Consider the love and embraces. Consider the hangingred skies. Consider the pain of your enemy.
In the mind of god. The dead sleeping lie. And the little cogs though unmoving. Hover over the turning wheel. All life's a farce. The broken bird is draped over the paths.
So: this Empire is nothing. Before me the green fields are stretched out. The broken body of a cat glows there. And the shimmering flies fall. This Empire is nothing.
Into the menstrual night we'll go. Hey ho hey ho. Into the blue woods we shall go. Hey ho ho. Into the blue woods we shall go. Hey ho hey ho. Beyond the blue gates we shall go.