Morning all, how was your night?
I hope you had a brief respite
From deathless Death, long lives the moon
Don’t worry, son; it’ll be over soon.
Fearless mood, don’t play with Fate,
Or you will discover just too late
Those good intentions are the stones
Which pave the road to eternal bones.
Misery, drudgery, copycat knife
This damnation where motives are rife
Salvation is impossible, son
Just hand me over your copycat gun.