Smother the blades of the moon ,

And wallow in the craters of grass .

Come indulge your inquisitive fluff ,

Of burnt sage, and a forest of bygones .

I'll show you the way and sew up your heart ,

As the distorted lights move in .

Click your heels to get the devils in line ,

And applaud that reality's just the accumulation of omnious prophecies come to life .

O.R. is served with a little copypasta