Look now at the seven rings, the rings most vital and unclean
They slide right on each finger slowly, and have their half-life most unholy
Where we live today in should\'ve been light, so we ought never forget the forged delight; this ring that batteries blow in two, and never ever mingle through
We come to hope that technology won, that magic is forever gone; we like our cars and GPS — now brake your wound and carol less
Death to monadic magic and kabbalah, all those things of non-ontological thought, that all begin with even \"al\" — an now this building will stand most tall.
Death to magic, we have it gone; we burnt the staffs and slaughtered the mancers; mancers of meg & mag and things most un-el.
Let HE be the one most super — DEATH TO MAGIC, WE LIKE OUR CARS AND GPS\'S!