Destry'r o' worlds, guzzle n' bolt:
What was, did yield what is, will yield what will,

All things, substance and void we 'tempt to comprehend,
Or so we're keen to deem.
Disparity you say? Ha, how so when was an' is an' will, tis parity itself!
Rely, 'pon what you say?

How blind, I ask? Dependencies work thrice,
Along the line we lose and gain alike.
Change, what this but loss of this, victr'y of that,
Such endless cycle inane, inept,

O' lifeless life, how then life canst thou be?

Hmm, where hast gone candid, bona-fide genuinity?
If ever had we did?
Come, is it then heartfelt, garish-sate vulgarity?

Lo an' behold your creation, fictional
Reality, in such perversity that
Does dictate: existance in truth to be obscene.
I decry you, disparage you who egregiously did create:

So worldless world, how then worldly canst thou be?

Hence now I ask, in hope that rid, is this sordid sickening.
This worldless, this lifeless.
O' I implore, no I scrounge to thee:

Destry'r o' worlds, guzzle n' bolt:
What was, did yield what is, will yield what will.