MY EARS DANCE TO THE RESOUNDING SONG OF THE BLAST,
 MY MIND WANDERS FROM THIS HORRENDOUS INSULT TO  MANKIND.
 MY LIMBS HANG LIMPLY FROM THEIR GRIEVING BODY,
 AND I LIE BATHING IN WARM WASTED BLOOD.
 OH HOW WE SOLD OUR LIVES FOR A DREAM OF PEACE.
 
 Milan and Aosta February 15029 2006