When the earth has no more space for graves
And the azure oceans are incarnadined with human blood
I can stop the apocalypse
It’s just that I do not want to play God
(I do, of course, but I cannot admit it)
Listen to me, welcome to my audience,
I shall redeem humankind within seven days
I have ropes and ladders for everyone to climb into heaven
The abject suffering of those who live on earth shall be transformed
into the endless joys of the gardens of the skiey world of gods and angels

So weave a circle round me thrice
Beyond the dreams of avarice
Faster than race of men and mice

O what a set of utter lies
and claims and dreams
and messed-up memes
some sell, most buy!

That was the scream which rent my dream
As dawn turned into darkest night
And all the purple bats took flight
And crows circled a steeple
O People! My People!