I stand at the centre
I observe
I see the people scattered
I see the people battered
I observe
the movement of thier labials
with not a word being uttered
I observe
I stand in the center
I observe
there is a structure in the chaos
there is chorus in the noise
I observe
save, the ones at the entrance
no one knew why they entered
I observed
neither did I
I was lured here
I observed
everyone had in hand a letter
everyone seemed to think his was better
I observed the ego
I stared at my letter
It contained attractions to which I will eventually start to care
I observed
these were fetters
these cares are the wine-press from which will be brewn our fears
I observed that
very few observed that
I observed
whoever the organizers were, they were not in the centre
those who seemed to be in charge were the first to enter
I observed
there crept in an unnatural calm
slowly dissipating
I observed it was going around
this will lead to a moment of knowledge
the men will begin to see the picture
I observe
this will be the beginning of rebellion
I observe
this is where the organizers will enter
I observe
this is when they will seek to use the fetters
our fears, based on our cares
I observe
this will be
I observe
the beginning
I observe
of a NEW ORDER
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