But see, amid the memic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The memes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
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Irrony Observes The Earthing.