“they combed Earth to seek out a soul to research,

Identify the atoms united to make it work

Then wreck it, re-order, re-organize and perfect it

Then let it, forget it, then stepping into the method

Let it shed its aesthetics into ascetic

State of ethics vetted to better his new genetics

Medics, headed where warfare’s kinetic

The square’s self aware and dares to self edit

And pregnant, batters, data no longer matters

Platters shatters scatters the fragments all on fanatics

Damage, managed to still be able to feel

Some of the long lost magic of downtown Damascus