"Yolo" said Millenials, and "yeet" the Zoomers cried
"Rizzler gyatt fanum tax" the Alphas then replied
And lo, there came a shaking as the ebon spire rose
Upon it writ the tongues of men, their generations' prose
And from the sky a thund'rous voice called out unto the stone
As golden letters glowed upon its surface, newly shown
"RIZZLER GYATT FANUM TAX SIGMA OHIO SKIBIDI"
And all beheld the words embossed theron in great timidity
With shaking and with wavering voice, the grim refrain began
As all the generations sang the voice at its command
Their weeping and their running sores did nothing to delay
The chanting of that fevered song as night succumbed to day
But rose that morn a blighted sun whose light scou'rd like a flood
The sky was rent asunder and the rivers turned to blood
Their flesh peeled off in sickly strips, their bones were rendered bare
And still they chanted on, the words they uttered there
Until bone and flesh and earth were all forgotten things
And still unbidden, undesired, the blackened spire sings
Around it wind the whispers of the souls in its captivity:
"rizzler gyatt fanum tax...sigma ohio skibidi"