(Part I)
A loud speaker lights the soft, poetic highlight of The Machinist. Sending all his findings into the engine of Protista's society.
"As my forefathers all have warned of your great decline & inevitable downfall. Instead of sacrilegious offsets & rambles of reverence, I say hello.
Hello to the Mighty Martial Branch; The Swift Hands of sanction. Carried through ruthless & absolute destruction.
Hello to the Corded Congress; The Solemn innerards of abstention. Streaming down with a savor of pollution.
Hello to the Justified Judiciaries; (Oh,) The Sacrificed Legs of running momentum for rescue & coordination! (moments out of your precious rhythms) But there was no time spent for the poor & unwanted in trials.
Hello to the Legislators; I give a true aspect of gratitude.
Finally, a bow & kneel to the absent Queen of the Council. For I instead salute a new position to a President! For this noble man only knows of his needs rather than his desperate nationwide neighbors.