It is I at the centre of the trial to come. | For my words are decisive. My
subjects embody ascension and sudden decay. | The future of millions
depends on our whims. | Since it's fate's irony that an insane jury throws
the dice of existence. | Our bizarre title –the jury of insane –appears to
be medival. | This time the king Stopped laughing for the jury of insane as
pondering the facts. | We distribute decadence, not beauty as punishment as
well as a gift. We reached a peak in cynisism and believe that ugliness may
lead to expiation |. Yet I walk in amazement among the ones I condemned and
their horrid afflictions created minds less than perfect. | T'is
impossibile saving this decayed substance.