Out of all the errors
In the Dictionnare De L'Académie
Nothing declared
More enlightenment
Than the fantasy his friends called
Suffering by love
Her name is Musichetta, isn't it?
His girl's name is Cosette
His mistress's name is Patria
These words circulate
But love is not to be measured
With broken furniture and guns
Such suffering
Is to be lighted by the moths
Leading the pathway to the abyss
At least in his perspective
The world is all philosophy
And nothing mattered more
Than to be with science
Because science is his Patria
The only suffering he would do
Would be to die for the world
And it's seamless clouds
And bright stars
The only way
Would be towards
The silk-worm moths.
