A Blackcoat is on the anvil to incubate some truth
Blackcoat will hide everything even your nearer and dearer truths
One day hunderds of blackcoats will come out and lead you
No where else but to the deep,dark and echoing grilled tunnels
They will teach you some strange calculations
Because they knew once you were weak at Mathematics.
Oh! No..No..never be afraid
Those iron bars can also produce
great ear soothing rhythm..
Tik..tik..tik..exactly like your Heart clock
A Shellian Westwind is needed
Not only to sweep away the outdated system
but to clear the way for a CHANGE.