Shake the foundation whence their clay feet stand, let fall the hoary head and its fake wisdom, arise young demon stand your ground, against the chastised minions of a fake god, task his armies to battle once more. clash of steel, crack of bone, listen to the monkey moan. silence his words of grandeur, humble his stature  straight and tall, knees bent before life eternal, mortality has a shelf life. So I say to those whose future is dust. Eat, drink, and make merry, for tomorrow is the beginning; of the end,  for the age of men.