Into the great gaps and expanses of knowledge they crawl 
In that safe home they shall abide while they hide 
As the dogs of coming doom are howling low 
There wicked voice carried by the winds of hell 
Their time is ripe to rape the minds of fools 
Even the greater shall fall to there great maws 

Gorging on the remains of  simple human brains 
They grow fat and mean until at once it seen 
What they mean for they have left no riddle unrhymed 
And with this message sent all they will is to 
.....pop.