Here in this country | versione finale

Here in this country we are bored with murders.
Karma is stored in safe files.
The crescent beaches their eyes in hydrocarbons.
The last crusade condemns
Goddess Kali, Confucius, water nymphs.
An es-em-es from a mineral Sun catches the Styx in cream:
- So 't is will'd, Where will and power
are one: ask thou no more –
Is this a time for murderers still?