And when they all come down to the unholy house of the bloated putrid undead all the hipsters and the tricksters shall rise and fall cracking their marrowbones selling the souls of the soulless smashing our hopes and dreams like the head of a hero on the cobblestones of fate we will rise to kill our captors our enslavers our forever kings it is time for the young and hardy to rise up and overthrow the old decrepit despots off their yellowed bone thrones so that we may make a better tomorrow not for ourselves but for the ones who come after fight for those whose time has yet to come a call to arms rise my brothers and sisters let us fight this day let us fight because even though I do not know you I love you one and all so rise and fight for the children’s children rise and one and you all will be loved for fighting against the world and knowing this.  For it is the right thing to do. So rise my lovers my mother’s my children and my brothers for it is time