Art thou, the fire encaged in its capsule, the strike of the hand, the globe settles to its place, incomprehensible, the rage, the atrocity. Withal, the tiger unleashes the savagery of humanity; by the testimony of the prejudiced world. To be lynched, arson, jurisdiction and perjury; to anticipate and foretell the bitter irony of their morbid, perilous deaths; with a slight touch of poignancy and the pompous touch of action. The fire reignites, the clock handle retches out of work; the machinery of time is torn; as the clockwork of the wall ravages in flames.
