Cavernous and lucrative are the shapes of Evolution, Force fed to jackals and antiquities shed to hysterical tears, As the Walls to sovereignty are crumbling down, With the sound of the Instruments in the Wind, The First Pillar Trembles, the First Pillar Falls A symphony of brazen howls tears the thorax, A morphological climax of hideous and devious cacophony, The flashing descent of the Guillotine, This the Aperture of Goethian Overture, A moment of Clarity within the aphorisms of Wilde Wake up, Glimmers of Grandeur! The Aesthetics of the Tragedies performed In the vulgar passing of the Centuries, And you may doubt now, that the Stars are Fire, And you may doubt now, the Sun doth move, You may doubt, childe, Truth to be a Liar, But you shall never doubt the Love towards The Goddess, You shall never doubt that I Love.