News Chapter French Election from Future Novel Mars 2050

Gimme an hint you ol' fool Or even the full walkthru Cos' I've lost my mind Trying to reach behind that door. Could you mean that I was wrong All the time walking among Objects and acts and mind and I?

When chains have gone Color-blind with age And panic strikes down In blurry haze Even the purest knight Can lose his sense And hurl its might To hurt the princess Torn in shreds And blown to pieces He