Concrete Collapse
L'issue est indifférente. The outcome is binary.
Ambition in the shadows of a black car,
the ordinary. A skyscraper cage,
a narrative on the wire,
We trade the small fractures for a prayer in the fire.
Fear ascends the staircase,
an architectural dread, Awaiting the finality,
the blow to the head.
Patriots vanish in the frame of the screen,
The harvest of the slaughter,
the brutal machine.
"Have we achieved?" she recoils,
she tears at the seam,
The pain is the static,
the waking of the dream.
The mirror is a weapon,
the father is the force,
Pushing the white mask into the course.
Just like the old days.
Comme les jours d'antan.
Stroking the lifeless, bleeding through the span.
The yellow moon rises,
the soldiers close the gate,
One hundred years of history,
the velvet weight of fate.
One after the other.
L'un après l'autre. The ribbon is tightening.
The tiger is the throat.
Crimson.
Le ruban se serre.
The cranium shatters. Je n'ai plus d'univers.
A hundred years.
Cent ans de silence.
100% Tiguidou.
The century is closed.
The water is thrashing.
We die in the loop.