An angel Always the brightest, Oh surely will Fall out of the nest Conscious of the falsifications And the harnessing Of our reality The angel Would never submit For his eyes were Wide open and lit We brought oil Where there was a fire In this way for good Were bound to the devil Constantly evolving, curious Sombre, obscure, dark and luminous Vitriolic, stringent, prophetic He penetrated The wheel of modern Society that He hated so so much Hated with all his strength The tumbler stayed standing up All of his life he flinched not Surpa**ing of the art Surpa**ing cinema Surpa**ing life itself Dang dong dang dong..........