Satur Sulit

everyone is guilty
the law does not impress
we are all in the breach
everyone is an outlaw

the order of the day is anarchy
any order is incidental
the actions of conspirators
movingin and out of order

no order is permanent
its momentum is limited
by the power of its spin
it is order with no future

our purpose is singular
to survive at all costs
nothing is forbidden
everyone is guilty