Organized Violence in Practice
Mr. Acil von Piryn
Had delusions
For quite some time
Ghosts haunted his head
Like in the Eiffel Tower
Affected neurons
Sang in unison
An aria about a monster
Worm-eaten thoughts
Crept silently closer
Until the boiling point of manganese
Who will stop the game in progress
During the outbreak of the plague
Ants—heavy-armored soldiers
Climbed the sacred mountain
The carousels no longer turn
Due to a lack of staff
We are searching for the right level
Of absolute calm
Ten days without dopamine
Safety will not secure itself
A period of fiery rains has begun
On the sky appeared weeping stains
The size of Antarctica
And in one old man
In his twilight years
Steam engines
Ran unknowingly
Through his whole body