Where now are the base and its owner? Where the snake that was creeping?
Where is the rat with its pizza, or the lad for Britney weeping?
Who then was phone? Where are the man and the hook and the hand and the door?
Where are the Caremelldansen of old, and the lava that covers the floor?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The memes have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning,
Or behold the ancient jokes from the Net returning?
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Loki is the Philosopher King 