His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Wine Can Of Their Wits The Wise Beguile, Make The Sage Frolic, And The Serious Smile

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

Ah, Good Ol’ Trustworthy Beer. My Love For You Will Never Die.

And Not A Man Appears To Tell Their Fate.

When Are People Going To Learn? Democracy Doesn't Work.