When the nights start gettin' colder

I always feel like I'm getting older

Whenever I start to feelin' blue

I know I can't always count on you

Maybe I ought to kill myself

to cease my sufferin' in this hell

Maybe the Lord will show some pity

and let me in his emerald city

All I know is all I do

Pressin' on through and true

Takin' leaps and bounds galore

But always being asked for more and more

Perhaps when i'm finally dead and gone

The angels and demons will sing this song

Carrying my soul to a realm far beyond

To the Lord, Cthuhlu Fhatgn

Yeeeehaw!




(it's a silly little poem, not to be taken seriously.)
© CEV