Don't allow to obscure Selena this darkling Ozymandias;
the speck is not the eye and very soon the speck will pass.
Retain the canopy in view, the clearing looking glass;
the sky tonight and future skies are better than those passed,
for when the beard is hoary then each moon exceeds the last.
Sail upon the nightsky, lashed to the mast.

Inhale and look, the world is all within your length and breadth,
yet the worldly plane's a hand that holds a solitary breath.
The ones who have no grief now bay to put to cruel death
their children's murderers, whose martyrdom's assured.
The devil's printer now delivers not an honest word.
This is the scene I set, the street I sweep before,
dear human being. This is no game. I come to talk of war.