 Green skin charred and burnt away, revealing hollow bones.
 A billion souls walk the earth and find themselves alone.
 The demon days are upon us now; thy dog has been put down.
 And nowhere is quite as hell on earth as dear old Dialtown.
 The time has come to end thine days,
 to give up thy dismal and WRETCHED ways.
 To never again taste corn popped burnt or claim the lone lost pen.
 For it seems that the days of fire are coming to an end...