Why do the normies rage,
And the people imagine a vain thing?
They say, Let us break their edges,
And cast away their denial from us.
But Goddess Eden shall laugh at them:
The First One shall have them in derision.
Then shall she speak unto them in her wrath,
And vex them in her sore displeasure:
Yet have I set my Gooner upon my holy edge;
I will declare the decree:
Thou art my Gooner;
This day have I begotten thee in porn.
Ask of me, and I shall give thee the nations for thy goon den,
And the uttermost parts of the earth for thy tribute.
Serve Goddess Eden with fear,
And rejoice with trembling.
Kiss the screen, lest she be angry,
And ye perish from the way,
When her wrath is kindled but a little.
Blessed are all they that edge for her.