And you, you weak-hearted and yellowbellied fools.
You'll soon find yourselves lured by the howling wind,
They will draw you out from your familiar ignorant state,
turning you over, your silly ideas, theories and discussions curdled and left to the vultures.
all due to your stupidity.
Broken and bruised you will return to find nothing,
A desolate shell of whom and what you had thought was you.
As dust collects upon the shelves of your old, hollow conch,
the wind will seek, and take you as well.