***

There weren't enough spectators for this execution.
To satisfy the ambitions of this severed head.
The swords around weren't swords.
I understood the moment. I wasn't there.
I think I saw the aftermath in a dream.
In a dream, it's terrible.
Ouija! How much longer can we chew on this?
This is not our destiny.
He's doing well, and you just found out about it by accident.
Good.
Yes, I'm glad.

What happened to his fingers?
For God's sake? I didn't know.
Did those idiots protect themselves
with such a sample?
So he's a brilliant pianist now, critical.

He's dangerous to you in any form,
don't doubt it, rats.
Comrade Che Guevara, you see, they're repeating themselves.
Your hands are right here.
They're typing this text. What the hell is this?

You broke a dead pianist's fingers, critical,
you're finished, wherever you are now.
I'm just not a musician at all.
You called me a demon? Come on, rats.