In the madness-song of the unsuccessful alt, or is it the mock soprano. There lurks the bitter jealous gall of a demon-tear. In the words of the senseless song, which no intellectual being can understand at all. Everyone, except the narcissist, always gets the blame for everything. Oh, how dull and how bleak is the spotlight that searches, in vain, for a non-existing diva on the stage. Yes, at a time where the last bit of reason perishes in haughtiness-madness.

In the insane song of the unsuccessful soprano, with her vocal chords just a horrible scold-organ. So, where is the applause and where is the big name? Look, in the silence of an abomination night, the last sounds of the song escaped the audience completely. The curtain was lowered and the lights go on and in front of the audience on the stage there stands an exposed artist, incapable of being ashamed of herself.

In the madness-song of an unsuccessful alt, or is it a stupid soprano. There where her mock-song scolds her bystanders. There the spoiled brat begins to kick and hit wildly around her, so that everyone has to cover their ears. On one side and alone, the deplorable remnant of the insignificant Boer-nation is standing. Yes, with the mock-song of the ego perishing in her own haughtiness. While the spirit of total madness now goes across the plains of Africa.