WHAT BECOMETH OF THEE OH HARLOT, BY MUCH WANTONESS ART THOUGH BROUGHT DOWN BEFORE THY PEERS IN COMPLETE DISSIPATION. WERE IS THY REFUGE, IN WHOM DOST THOUGH TRUST. WE FORECAST RADIATION ON THEE, WE FORECAST BACTERIAL GROWTH IN YOUR CHEST, UNTIL THY HEART IS CONSUMED IN GRIEF.AND THE LIFE IS NO LONGER WORTHWHILE, AND THOU SHALT DETEST THE MORNING, WE FORCE THEE FOREBEARANCE UNTIL THE END.LET YOUR HEART GROW COLD, FOR NOT EVEN THE GOD OF YOUR FATHERS WILL SAVE YOU FROM THE FIRE THAT CONSUMES YOU WITHIN. BY HIS HAND SHALT THOUGH OBSERVE OUR PROPHECY FULFILLED!