The Human Essence - Almanac

When death becomes a feast

The human essence shows its real face

When human beings become puppets

The audience is pleased

The fight is over

And you’re back in your cell

Waiting for your next opportunity

To live or die in the sand

What’s on your mind

When the only way out is the fight

When blood flows into your muscles

For the purpose of being a death machine

And finally

Being killed