The universe endures great endtimes this day,
Our timelords tri-verse wormholes to and fro,
Through parallel worlds linked in disarray
Yet doomed, kneel to shaman row by row.
A few promoted beyond the milky whey
Turn nothing something, halo wring for o,
To shadowy gnomon shaman starman pray,
Apostles file, eyes free, in glance off glow.
Animals are cannibals by nature,
Our gauge skips zero population growth,
Sticks baker's dozen blunder margin oath,
No scientific, typo nomenclature.
A woman sixty years old soon gives birth,
She looks too young, again, or what it's worth.
(Chorus)
o birth
o creaton
o spawn
