Somehow it creeps and rolls,
however never we shall know.
The ways it grows,
so brief yet slow,
from underneath it's seeds we sow.
Warn me when I start to cease to be
all on bended knee asking it to marry me.
See it soon it it's bright and grand heyday.
It plans to take our lives away
but says, “oh don't you dare dismay.”
While stuttering we pray
that we might build towers to the sky.
All Babeling combine we try
to escape its hands at our demise
we wait and soon we then comply.