Arousing loudspeakers to crackling life. A way to end all discussion. By those that cling to tumbling structures of past ages. Holy temples, erected hundreds of years ago, collapse without a sound. The augurs tear each other to pieces.
Nothing is stable except the beautiful swallows.
Our lies are the truth. With force it sweeps the market clean, terrifies the righteous, and whirls dead branches. This is the language of the hurricane. The violence of life reborn. We haul the flags down and set them at halfmast for today and forever.