So deep in rest am I today, And I think it won’t be enough. I won’t wake up until it’s night, Or a morning that I so hate. Clever these people are, knowing where they would go, And will…
Hell, we are fooled, Yet again, By our ticky old foe. He’s writing this text, With his touch on the screen. He’s watching the blank space, Like a red bar waiting to turn blue. Curious he sounds, Blinking his eyes…