Sailors, chanters and politicians
Proselytize our new dimensions
Warriors, weavers and priest-drawn blood
Sanctify our new haven.

The sun comes up
We chop wood
Toolerize and gamify our fun
Still the same man under the same sun.

And for millennia
The new is suppressed
Marked as devilry
To keep us meek.

Feeling crazy today
Going to have my say
But first I'll impregnate
The Chief's chief lay.