Remember that time we flew to the Moon,
Where the angels were angles and later was soon?
Where we dream of the stars,
We see light beyond time.
Cosmic corpses piled up
Visceral line after line
Lighting all we call space, firmament, and the night sky
and you can't help asking “why not?”
before asking “why?”
It's the way we are born
to receive and to grow,
but there's a little bit more
you're unlikely to know, so
join us
as I show how to move mountains,
to my child, in the snow;
Not all good things come easy,
but all we nurture, we grow.
I'll show you how to open Hell's Gate
With a shotgun at the devil's throat
before our emotions in emoticons
explode into a joke.
