My tale nobody anticipated,
And what, who approached her,
Becomes stuffy from the blue incense,
From patterned lamp-shades.
Meek alien will not affect,
I will open rekuschim: Amen.
Only selected belt untied,
Ambient loins goddesses.
I'll get it to the knowledge of the departed,
Seared in the crucible of fire,
Who will come on a night date
At the end of the fourth day.
8 May 1903
