Expose the God's true colours. Shout the dolls' rebellion. Purge the rebellious dolls. Now the time for revolution has come. Never let it die... Separation of powers, the departing birds scatter while being covered in feces and urine, the manipulator has fled. Am I being manipulated? To unquenchable fire and shackles. Socialist nights are nothing but hunger and sorrow. The judgment I could escape by saying the right words, the victims of its shadow, thousands of thoughts.