Paranoid drivel clenches the newspapers—
It all reeks of the stench of death,
But abound this ivory tower,
There is no danger to be seen
And for that is all its glory.
All hail Baal, destroyer of all that sanctifies, rupturing an odor of of all that is unholy, sending cascades down the land,
The mind can no longer testify. There is nothing to be seen here. It is a wasteland, pure and simple.