The Changeling The Greyshopper

They Damn Themselves, Of Course. This Is The Way It Is. Fools and Madmen. Indignation and Indigent - The Grave Parts Man and His Sorrow. Beneath the Stars, Upon Yon Meteor, Ever h[u]ng my Fate, 'mongst things corruptible. Can You Weep Fate From It's Determined Purpose? So Soon May [you] Weep Me. I Am True To My Will. I Know She Hates Him. My Lineage, That I Keep Him Present; Yet Cannot Choose How and Loving Her; I'll Haunt Her Still. Though I Get Nothing Else, I'll Have My Will. That Prize of Absolution Was So Sweet To Me; Unrepeatingly, I Result, and Waste No Time. I Am Restored, Under Her Bandana. In This Way I Am Redeemed. My State of Salvation. All Must Resolve Their Own Death Within Their Psyche; In The End We Are All Dust and Released In The Mire of The Unknown Beyond.