No more art as war
Leave me, please leave me
I'm already in a terrible mess
Projects of ugliness
Who defines progress?
Leave, please what are you here for?
There's an ongoing attack on sanity
No angle is safe
Can't jump or run
Luckily in the end truth can't be
corrupted?
Sometimes when I am certain I find out
I'm really not
Expression of beauty and of mystery
Where did all these traditions go?
