I heard them say it
And so did the world
Stairway to where?
I care not
But they are enchanted
Hear their chorus
"But the light is so bright!"
Like moth to flame they flock
A beam of hope
Through their pitiful darkness
Trust in the invisible
Faith in the fake
Relax near the fire
You ask to get burnt
And burn they shall
For eternity and infinity
They hoped
They failed
They lost
And it's all over
October 23, 2008
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