Also they spelt "DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM" wrong.....




There must be  DOOOOOOOOOOOOOM before any impending "growth"  he mutters as he turns back to sharpening wheel, and starts to peddle, his black robes flowing in the wind, sparks flying from the scythes blade as it meets the cold wet stone, the moon overhead far away high in the distant dark night casts a cold light over the valley of darkness, the soft soft whimperings of fear can be heard rising from houses in the nearby village of Woolbersvation  "Please, please, no more doom, no more, I can't take anymore"