Goodnight tender mockingbird
Goodbye sweet evening breeze
Farewell ye happy thoughts
So long thy shining sea
Forevermore shall we be torn by eternity
Turn to the East where the breezes meet
‘Pon ye old scorn stone
Made of porous bone
That turned dark o’er the midnight soul
Twixt heart and gold a nightmare everlasting
‘Mongst those so bold a day dream disintegrating
Throughout which time proceeds e’er lonely
Down the misty forest of shadows
A darkness so menacing plagues the land
This solid ground upon which we stand
The very essence of our defense
Bent down and beat upon like the blacksmith’s finest craft
Molding, melting, shifting, forming
Into what we now perceive as our meager lives
That small minute existence that amounts to nothing
Yet it is this small existence that is the source
The defining point in the insidious plot to darken
To shadow and plague our very lives
So now come ye faithful men
Ye men of God who stand so tall and proud
And witness what darkness has brought upon us
Experience the last sunrise
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