Let me fall into the depth of this hell,
where I have dug myself my own tumbling well;
let me succumb to the path that ignites this fire,
let me perform the rites of mine own pyre;
as there is none to help me through this sadness,
and there is only myself to sink into this madness;
so close your sweet eyes little maidens and flowers,
you must not glimpse the breadth of these evil powers;
and please blossom on to combat these atrocities,
please draw your swords to tarnish these insanities;
for your petals are lethal to their building battalion,
your stems are so vital to guide this pious stallion;
as without you the drums will brutally stop their laughter,
and the violins will merrily halt our happily ever after.