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.