O ebon monolith

Bestow upon this lowly wretch thy wisdom

As thou perches proudly atop

The flickering shimmering cube

The holy medium of which your teachings

Fill this beggar's undeserving essence

With everlasting glory only offered by thee

O ebon monolith

Gracious enough to grace this knave's

Stinking, putrid, wretched residence

With luminescence ever present

For these gifts

For this divine privilege

O prophet

Deliverer of the digital delicacy

You have my everlasting and undying gratitude.