We rule like princes over nothing. Our history dissolves like foam. I warn you. Mud engulfs us like a net. We drown in it.
Slime covers our eyelids.
It scarves our necks like silk. Somehow it came without a cloud. Invade our sacred lives. Our women wait for you behind the bushes of their dreams, in chambers, on the grass. Their loins and nipples stiffen with the aches of lust.