There's a secret in the air here within our civic realm,
whence it blows I am not sure yet I know Who steers the helm.
Earthly terror it brings me, down deep in my mind - malaise;
mandates and threats I foresee, our good judgment it betrays.
All things are tolerated. Is it enough just to be?
Loyality underrated; it matters not to be - free?
The Wind whispers its regret. Those who bow, 'tis those who'll hear
the Wind return to beset with apocalyptic fear.