Breed not, Scoffers at the Strange! Your children will fail and the Earth groans in pain Little ragged whelps that wail with formless lust And nothing ever, ever changes Nothing will ever change Dress yourself in the finest raiment For one day you will be buried in it Flesh turns to Earth And Earth is a sewer And shit feeds the starving While shit lives in kingdoms And all the kingdoms in the world Will crumble and fall And I wish that I could be there To piss on your ruins And mock at your failures And bury your children With a hyena's laugh and a crocodile's tears And erase this blot, this stain called Awake With a Tattered Robe and a Broken Wand I make my banishing in symmetrical withdrawal If only I could banish this Nameless lot Of idiots and minds that have atrophied forever