The dark pavilion'd song of apogee plaintiff
abides. The whist of perigee is constant.

Hieroglyphs without myst'ry haunt this musjid
the cure for ev'ry zodiac of brainwash.

How i long to withhold the brush of scalprum
whose dawning like a Lesser Grebe is punctual.

Rightclick and the wolves of consensus soldier
on. There is nothing mad in being gleeful.

I failed corsned.