Brain. Stop.

So I made, uh... things.

There's a widespread manifestation of inspiration seeping and crawilin' through the nation and ain't nobody gonna be able to stop as the world turns to a ball of desolation that no infestation could seep to or dare to keep to as the world turned to weepin' just sweepin' up the ashes, ashes turnin' to dust as the crust burns away leavin' nothin' but decimation from the ignition of the burnin' world we all once loved but never adored, the fiction oozin' through the booze an' leavin' everything down to adaption in the new world of radiation.
Objection! Exsertion through inflation of the world is a violation to the satiation through tarnation, education through salvation and purgation should lead humans through with the intention of burnin' through the tradition of nature itself, seduction fixatin' through absolution in the parting world's oceans as lineations die down and natural selection does its sortition through promotion of the highest person.
The world ain't gonna stop with humans here as the salvation so all that pollution and infestation can go back to tarnation as we keep satin' the world and suitin' our needs, the seeds of production roamin' free as the trees spring back to life and religion gains friction in the mind causin' purgation and sublimation. Retortion spreads through time as the violation preceeds by, startin' a revolution of absolution with the reflection gettin' clearer; inaction leadin' to the most action, nothin' can bring us down.

Next up is kindofa follow-up.

The world runs screamin' as the cities burn down, wars decimatin' an' people desecratin' with the hatin' that the world frowns on, desolation comin' in waves of sedation as the world seeps through in separation, splittin' apart from the risin' fires, the singin' choirs, spellin' out the doom we brought on ourselves as we rob ourselves, another city springing far away, leavin' away the thoughts of yesterday, true crime will come again in due time, desolation leads to exploration, cities become monoliths and legends ring out through the new nations, the world comin' together only to split back apart, wars and decimation, crematin' what used to be alive, only for another city to come up and strive.

And lastly, here's one for the League of Legends players for the rise of the Doom Bots.

Destiny calls us as doom befalls us, travelin' through the Rift with nothin' but our wit, carried by the strength of Demacia or Zaun, even on the shield o' Braum, Piltover's Finest weaving through the bullets, punchin' an shootin', slammin and jammin' to Sona's tunes, gettin' a Pentakill every which way in every dark day, proclimation of decimation across the nation, Yordles and Ninjas alike fearin' what they see comin' through the lane an' havin' no shame in fleein' in pain, Karthus ultin' 'em all as Rammus goes in like a wreckin' ball.
Objection, a silence, a snare, a root here, a root there, Caitlyn ain't havin' no quarrel in shootin' the hidin' squirrel, makin' him move and become seen to the entire team, the global taunt workin' wonders as the Thresh pulls and the team sunders, decimatin' and recreatin' the enemy team, pushin' the doom back to tarnation as the ring of victory cries out, the enemies of doom havin' died out. Peace.

Brain, why this all the sudden?

((Insert Incomprehensible Babbling Here.)) - Projected "Disembodied" Voice