In clouds mists and fog they inbreed
destined to emerge with colourless faces
in chained liberation and dumb dumbfounded voices
the vainglorious lames are pulled by the chariots of the able

And their angsts are their punishments
as in soulless essences vacuous ghosts breath
shameless in condemnation of their damning history
disquieted marauders plunderers and earth killers in attic furs

Tis the disenchanted snowflakes
Calvary of cowards hiding underground
poltroons playing serfs' Svengali of lower reaches
our renowned narcissists boils and blusters in pearly disgrace

See there the meghan of our time
in gilded acceptance but nay says the barbarians
what galls more than moors cultured capable and able
whence in clouded minds the epitome of hatred is regal moors