quasi-politics/silliness
First they came for the nationalists, and I did not speak out!
Then they came for the capitalists, and I did not speak out!
Then they came for the worshippers of mighty Cynothoglys the Mortician God, and I did not speak out.
Then they came for me, and found only a mass of writhing organs, topped by one glowing eye! It cast a beam of primal rot, glistering, unholy with ultraviolet motes, and incinerated them! Ia! Ia! Cynothoglys ia vulgtlagln syha'h! Vulgtlagln n'ghft!