"A thousand stars in space could not predict this epic flight, Say goodbye to old school Hollywood and at least they had their night, Going to get popcorn is now predicted as an ultimate fight, Things were going that well and this came in, does he even have the right... The purple obelisk uranium would never even have this glow, Fourteen awards and that guy just said it even one had stolen the show, Look back on the critters and the cavemen and wonder did they even have to know, Ninety years of yellow light and then, surely they had to go... A wonderful world of magic and might Slytherin could not possess, Every film, show, and story and you could not love it any less, Previews so good God when to Christ and wondered which angel that he did bless, So stylish and powerful the old ones have forgotten how to dress... Aiya, God, and prophecies could not cover such a thrall, One of every one of ours could take every one of them at all, Better with a woman, a hand grenade, and a ball, Good luck getting past the interviews, the tendencies, and the effervescent stall... From Mega to the Mandarin we cash in on every single loss, Beating the old ones at everything is as easy as a mindless toss, Their hair and makeup look good but ours have a cosmic higher gloss, You do not believe me then go buy a ticket and tell the cameras who is the boss."

"Red siders, red spiders Anonymous glow... Dark siders, dark nighters, Where will you go... A poem of riddles, A singing of crimes... The cherry haired lady, The leader of times... An Umbrella contagion, All leading to hills... Where do you get, Your vicarious thrills... A demon of Omen, And without a doubt... You have nothing, To carry about."

"Meandering through, a prosaic prose, What does he stumble across, only nobody knows... When sirens scream through the darkness, into the light, Only then does the darkness, seem to requite... Speak not to him of history, speak not to him of prose, Anything you agree with, he knows it, I suppose..."

"Welcome well past Balrog's gate, Your fortunes here, they do await... Follow codes, and now, that's true, But The White Rabbit, that will do... Baldur's Gate, and more to go, gaming's got a lot to show, There's more to this, and yes that's true... Maybe White Rabbit will follow you..."

"All roads in Rhode Island, all lead to one crop, As waves crash on Indonesia, Newton Grove and Bahama, then stop... The beautiful milling, of passionate smoke, As the perfection of paradigms, it will often evoke... The nature of existence, will cut you in twain, As you inhale and exhale, and exist yet again."

"Well see they were fallen, well see they did call, Got caught by the Scion,Welcome to Patriot Mall... All the contracts were torn, all with tears in their eyes, the five hundred have bungled,Welcome to the American Surprise... The parking lot grew, its constitutions were tamed, though the king of the jungle, was never quite named... Let's capitalize on I-40, they never must know, 'cause if we go down swiftly, then down with us they go... We've botched with the lobbyists, the politicians are crazed, and please don't ask Hollywood, or we'll forever be hazed... The capital crumbles, the Statue of Liberty asleep, and now the treason of media, will grow horrid and deep... The country is dying, the Scion alone, Look how much gas and oil, We sold to sit on this throne."

"Slippery steps, and slippery stones, And in naught but a while, many broken bones... Misery, misery, this Spider Witch, Give Hell a high, and live with this b*tch... Sent to wards and great doctors, to mend and get healed, And through a hole in his ear, A spider is sealed... The paralysis is driven, the venom has grown, It has been many years, and it's all his own..."

"How do you know, what you are in this place, When you look in the water, and don't see your face? How have you taken, all these things for granted, When you look like a seed, that somebody planted? When you whine like a sheep, and bleat like a goat, How dare you don't say, that you look like a stoat? When you chase to find glory, thirty seconds to Mars, How could you look out into space, and think you're all stars?"

"How fast, a tortoise, a tortoise, and then a hare! Hey, tell me, young man, what's happening there? Machiavellian brilliance, majestic dominance, look at everything you do! Tell me, where are these people following you? Brilliant clouds, brilliant shrouds, all surrounded by light, And lightning crackles thunder, to all's delight... And rumors of darkness, he has quite a few, why would he stop there, if that's all he knew? A prince who has fought, through nefarious crimes, Why would he give back Rome, in these uncertain times?"

"Repercussion, repercussions, a glorious doom, What would come to you, docile, but the things in your room? I've got it all figured out, we've got it up high, we'll enslave all of Earth, and nothing will come from the sky... Bugs, I step on them, all of the time, What are you telling me, this is some kind of crime? I manage a business, and that isn't bad, When I take the freedoms of Earth, who wouldn't be glad? O, look, there's a planet, with an infinite peasant, just sits there and chuckles, and thinks death is pleasant... Let's see how he likes, a worldwide eclipse, and take one step further, swarms of spider ships."