But, alas, not too fast!
The nightmare swirls and churns unending!
Ah, Kos, or some say Kosm...
Do you hear our prayers?
As you once did for the Vacuous Rom,
Grant us eyes, grant us eyes.
Plant eyes on our brains, to cleanse our beastly idiocy!
A grand lake of mud, hidden now from sight.
The cosmos, of course!
Let us sit about, and speak feverishly.
Chatting into the wee hours of...
new ideas of the higher plane!
The cosmos, of course!
New ideas of the higher plane!
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