When dust devil comes and sees me in my room,
And dragons take their adipose back,
About it will be all gloom and doom,
And this doom will put us on the awful rack.

But He'll appeare, God the Forestborn,
With wood-spirits, sprites and silvans cheek by jowl.
We are strangers there and we are too way-worn
In civilization of air full of foul.

He will gift us with his garment of green
And get bloody nails out of the hands.
The charge nurs-tree will cure all the teens
Not in a funny-house, but in nectarous elf-lands.

The magnetism of urbanization
's in the situation of DJ-neration...
But he'll appeare, God the Forestborn,
With wood-spirits, sprites and silvans cheek by jowl.
We are strangers there and we are too way-worn
In civilization of air full of foul.