Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled dinosaur lip, and sneer of very long in-depth political and theological forum debates,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Kodomandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside rema-
Oh, wait, is that like a massive-ass friggin' rave?
Yeah! it is! Never mind then.
PARTY ON KODOY MAN!
MAKE A BIRTHDAY BE A THING, YOU!!!
HOPE YEAR OF NEWNESS DELIEVERS MANY PLEASANTRIES!