Future build for none to see

And enthralled I walk towards it

Formed in a ball so supple and small

Maintained by a malefactor



In cycles they are build

In secret elegance

To hold the bees happy and naive



Distinctive annoying but yet unknown

To hazard everything

The walk determined slightly, tasty

Keeps the irony.....

Alive!



The chants are shinning

The diaphragm closed

Roles distributed

For... ever!!