Brigata Khroma how to write poetry with a hammer
If it's the future you want the hypodermic issue stops all that
All your vain cries for hope, let those that suffer, suffer at 1000 miles an hour
Let them suffer through the sound barrier
Let them endure a razor sharp oblivion, their ecstasy made manifest
Let them fall into the city like a cruise missile!
Is this the ultimate? the ultimate ultimate? ens summum, ens perfectissium?
Is this the reckoning, the shadow falling from the moutain
Is this the mountain in Moriah?, am I Issac or is it no great matter?
glory, glory, glory to the scientist in the highest, blessed is not the worker
blessed is the cold steel of the engines and walls of closed down factory
I am a closed down factory, I am a dole queue, I am as powerless
As twenty first century voter!