脭 Tyranny! Abhorred your not so distant shores Always expanding like the flower of blood That expands through the injury of a Fallen Gaining land on our salted sea of Freedom Dried up by the forever lasting star of Evil. And as the water dries, only remains the salt - eternal ore for our extinguished dreams. Yet a proverb spreads There would be a water that never dries An acidic water, unpleasant and hard to drink...
Black squares on a white background You are either freedom or subjection Message to come or prison of paper Strange chessboard without pawn or king Deceitful s茅same, Or key to millions. Each point on this map is a nail in the coffin We always bury something. In the end we are all smiths, All cartographers, all kings and pawns And it鈥檚 up to us to ignore the jesters And their black squares on a white background
A wave passes and fills the pool Thousands of transactions accumulate Little wriggling, self-centered fish Just waiting to be caught With a powerful stroke of the net A Mentat catches them and gathers them in a basket. Carrying the basket at eye level He analyzes, thinks, weighs He computes and calculates In a flash of lucidity he guesses their true name The one that, revealed, will make all the others cry out:...