The last tower of Camelot
Is surrounded by the black pest.
Modred, Freud and the harlot
Lead the storm of the dark conquest.
The witches riding on their broom
Criss cross the sky of Internet.
For screen viewers looms out the doom
To fall as prey, slave and puppet.
The filth they spew is in demand
Childhood in man must be destroyed.
The pornocrats are in command
How can this plot ever be foiled?
God must return into your eye
Who shall be healed by purity
For God in you never shall die
If you connect to His shakti