This was a troubling concept?
to start a dress rehearsal,
of ethnic cleansing.

Something pokes out?
on the tail end of the story.
There was no heart in the game.

You are driven like a?
flock of sheep. The shepherd
lives in the fortress of slogans.

A placebo effect was quite-
evident. Everybody was
drunk on sugar pills.

Unadulterated, the swearing?
had become genetic. You start
walking on the burning coals.