A breeze once blew upon the Earth,
And has planted a mysterious seed.

Thats the ruthless seed,
That puts the world in suspense.

Men die as diannasours did,
And is a bout to go extinct.

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
And the mystery in death on men is great.

Fulling the mouth of men,
Than the God they serve.

All of Earth activities,
Are down in your command.

Corona!, we are in denocracy,
Dont force yourself to be king.