Nothing left to write here...
Nothing else to say.
Nothing's new or beautiful;
The music's all been played.

Nowhere left to wander,
Nor to hang a head.
No more point in pointing out
The blood false gods have bled.

No one wants to witness
A symphony of whines.
No one needs a hollow protest,
Tortured 'til it rhymes.

No applause resounding.
The orchestra has died.
They've been floccinaucinihilipilified.
There's only one thing we can do to thwart the plot of these albino shape-shifting lizard BITCHES!