Step inside of intrigue and confusion,
When aging structures are mortal illusion;
Something comparable to men with massive masts,
The rulers of the world with gold and weaponry amassed.
But to existence, what are kings, monarchs and dictators?
But the mole men that become the sequester;
Rise again they try, in modern advance,
Only to limit that expanse.
So in-line, devolve we must,
But again, the Deity we must trust?
In fanfare all believed what papacy decreed,
The worldwide dominance of a new breed.
