You Can Sleep When Your Dead Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

But we won.
The fight is over.
But is it ever really.
Feet held in the fire.
Consequences couldn't be any less dire.
Asleep behind the wheel.
We must not repeat the same mistakes.
Staying active when you believe you should be able to take a small little humble much needed break.
A mental rest.
Another wordsmith to confess.
To impress upon you the importance of next couple years.
But I think you already know.
Raising your pitchforks and cheering.
The big bad wolf is on the run.
But not to leave indefinitely, but to regroup and reformulate a new plan.
Hoping that we leave an opening.
A way back in to corrupt, subvert, demoralize, and destroy everything we stand for.
When Egor say it's not over, you'd be a fool not believe him.
So act accordingly.