Wizard

Wire wave
Of insect monotony
In the graphic zoo
Hot silver
And the generation of weaker cells

The choice of animal
Being stuck
Separate and official
Dark and loomed
With the lords of language

The brain sees a body
In the face of progress
A second contour
In out-of-state confusion
And never speaks so high
In the last year of the temple

Blown away
By the fever pitch
Of scary atoms
Blue missiles
And acceleration of stronger minnows

The quеst of everything
Being robbеd
Of the only mission
Carbon games
As they frost the gates

Insinuate an olive branch
In the path of destruction
God of shadows
Out-of-phase elusive
And never reach so high
An imperial performance

(Come on, do it! Do it now)