Into the magic circle, the alchemist and his pentacle to propagate wealth, turn dross to gold. His mixture of merds, blood and leaves, potions and spells all fell to nothing more than ridicule and scorn.
Into the magic circle, the professors and their particles to dominate: I am death, destroyer of worlds. Their sky-burst ripped Earth a new sun, gave motion to fiends in hell, boiled skin, faith and bone. Their laws conjured Mammon to be born.