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