Do they not see this evincing edifice of ecstasy I lay before them?
Do they not bask endlessly in the water which run forth from my springs?
Is it not my palace which those across the Lands come to pay tribute to?
I will turn every drop of rain into the head of a pin!
Rugs will be fashioned from human hair,
And rock will be replaced with solid flame!
The air will be filled with fumes of mercury;
Plants will feel pain and scream in agony!
There will never be a day that my beneficence will be questioned again.
They will beg for how good they had it;
Try as they might,
Their groveling will fall on deaf ears.