Oh ye shall wane and wax
the moon.
Miriades of the stars,
forescore and elseways.
Never ye be so concerned.
Babylonian ages bear down
upon us.
Trembling trumpets of zion,
cast down the miracle
of zoth.
Ye oh how dost it where
shall we seekest
thy grave namesake.
Weary worthless travellor catches a
shine of us only to remember for
thyme ownsake.
Audible visions weight thy mighty
fist of vengeance.
Be thou prepared then
just to safe they sake
or on the other hand,
on the other hand there is a place
further apiece.
Where welcomings are made to
those whom pay.
Settle yourself down or
be settled.
Amen.