What are we in 2110?
War·killing·□·violence
Humans are no different from beasts, then
What are we?
The world is a stage and humans perform.
The gods laugh and everything begs for cleverness.
When God brings disaster to our group of slaves, those in power smile, the victims wail, and the survivors live in vain.
So the world snickered.
This is a beautiful performance!
And I, just
Just a pike.
When the world's anger bursts forth, I perform a dance of fire.
I am a dancer with nothing.
But I have you.
Dance!