The howls
Of the death cult
Are all around
One can hear their sound
At the borders
In the fields of slaughter
In the medisin
Spasm worshipping
The depleting ranks
Of plankton
Invisible radiation
Cylonic proclamations
Farm land decimations
Sewage-laden
Rivers and oceans
Fertility rate implosions
Thank the Lord
I\'ve the ability to chortle
And an Imagination that hints at
The Immortal