It is a grim gloom garrison flower
It is a gory gauge of flesh and fume
It is a spell of sorrow and sordid seams
It is a sacred seam of silent spectacles
It is a broken bliss of binary beagles
It is a nascent nose for numismatics
It is burning all the olives from oceans
It is beaming all the orchids from opiums
It is a voyage of voices and vestiges
It is a visage of veneers and veins
Let it ensemble, encircle and enmesh
Let is entice, entangle and entwine
An ode to the ontological occults
An olive to the ominous opinions
Origin of silences
Origin of slavery
Origin of serpents
Origin of stalkers
Origin of August
A Burning Man!
A Burden Man!
A Bruised Man!
They are with you
They are onto you
They are upto you
The nemesis of netherlands!