They Poem by Christoph Praus

Quake children, for We are woken,
Above the cloud our world revealed,
Unto this earth We bring a token,
A promise of salient ends now sealed;

Long have ye been beneath our gaze,
Hidden in tunnels winding deep,
Yet now exposed ye gasp afraid,
Our hundred visage on your eyes shall creep;

Neither shall We brook tallow,
Upon the yellowed plains of salt,
And holied bright what ye hold hallowed,
Shall scarce remain for to exalt;

For ye are broken toys all.