To wetness the day alights, br Towards the horizon of pain br Painting its face with grimace; br As the night outstrips the day br The glimmer of hope is not erased br For the actions of the forefathers. br Switching to the devastation of the day br Is like a night of entrails and sewage, br Opening the doors to plight. br A hellish brew has been mashed br With pride, as the Earth br Revolves around us all br As we speak in ways of the moon. br To wetness we have achieved the satellite br So occurring in plight, so barren like bait. br We offer our praise to pills and pillars br Of this late hour that mutters a politeness. br The moons always enjoy the right br Of their families, to revolve and evolve br In ways of righteousness.