And there was time
were time dissapeared
and there was none
but holy disgrace

how much can it be
to become a beauty bee
we try to retrieve
we seek our need

So they yelled.
and what was there?
Let it be,
scream a renaissance
retrieve baroque
or simply Byzantine
along with
an illusion
we find something
then Zeus started to *****
and left was dear Promt

Rather a darkness of trust
to have the world
rapt in dust
were we seek for the light
once in a year,
while the revolutionair
is not the visionair
since our promises of
big men, ruling
we became slaves
of our domesticity
and rabbits, said
no!
were is our hole ,
we survive.