Of noble men so many earth has bared, / But to the great Ali no one compared.
My Countrymen, perhaps disaster is our only hope.
Whichever way you turn your heads, there you’ll find Allah.
Here we go, past Adam and Eve, from Eastest Asia, through Greco-Roma and Indo-Persia, to ChristEuropa and America, and now The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerontuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!), a Vican recirculation.