It’s The Desperate Time, You Fool!
The sound of thunder
Renders a vivid layer of ramifications
Which define the next wonder;
The pulpy air
Has the frightened nourishment
And a withering sign of superiority
Which leaves the cloud to the astonishment
Let the excuses be dead already
Put a warning sign on your chest
Like that rabbit – the brave heart,
Would you call yourself puny yet so strong?