Do not be born into this hopeless pneumatic hole,
Humanity is due for Lavation,
Rough ridden with precise hate,
Persons of uniform skin being deliriously cut down,
The time of the torchwood is nigh,
Soon, our ration of skulking shudder will rain down from history,
Humanity shall awake from their delirium being devoured by a terrible skulk.
Let this come to pass in your mothers’ time and not yours.