Trumpet ricochets are still audible I. The bitter sound of a concluding sunset II. The raging triumph of a glorious birth The unison parade A display for the globe An exhibition for the mob I. Conquered and asphysiated In bedlam and madness As witnessing their corpses II. Liberation upon them With their written names They watch from the skies I. Now being flayed by the thought of perdition II. Now being saved by the tongue confessing I. The bitter sound of a concluding sunset Opinions construe the occurrence Interpreting the prophetic act Into science II. The raging triumph of a glorious birth A consciously chosen self-schism confirmed To an enduring point of soul The unison parade A display for the globe An exhibit for the mob