I'm going to get a blow-torch and burn this
Candle. Burn its middle and burn both ends
There's nothing but a pool of wax to miss,
Time vandalised the thing that love defends,
And it stole the process of creation,
Packed all the world in little plastic bags,
Did too much and burst with his relation,
The devil in the corner weaving flags,
Shows the world that money is important
And highlights something trivial but fun
Lets us do the things we know we oughtn't
And guards the gate so nothing's left undone.
When it's time to sleep and I stop yawning
Who will come and greet me in the morning?
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