"In bases, it's safest, the low are all stored, But where did they go, this venomous horde? To underground labs, from jungles of concrete, To show their strange fangs,and start to deplete... Their uranium souls, and dark matter lives, They starve for their children, families, and wives... Fuel for the pecking, fuel for the fro, I want to be a celebrity, how could they never know? Of my greatness, as I sit here, and dance with the wolves, an ominous sheep, who points down his