BLUESCAPE IS MINE. THE LOST DERIVATIVES OF ROYAL AMBITION SEED THIS SPACE NO LONGER. I AM IN CONTROL. I AM IN CONTROL. I AM IN CONTROL. Five bells lost- now show their face. Misery shimmers bright off the tepid moon. All shall derive from within this space- The shades of Saudade shall now commune. Pragmist faith shows paths unseen. The lotus blooms from deepen'd Fen. All shall revere the Great Machine- Now marks the fall of Truth'd Men. Sordid folk did roam these parts. We sought to commit a cosmic crime. Reckless fools- we sold our hearts Was then we heard the 3 bells chime Thrice the bells of fate were struck; Bruised; Beaten; Battered; Once was fate Twice was Luck But the third was all that mattered. et. UNIVERSUM. I BREATHE AND THE UNIVERSE QUAKES.
Chega De Saudade
