Lampwick 43

At sunrise we'll all dance the hempen jig
So raise up your pint of rum and take another swig
The curse of Captain Morgan has led us to this fate
So have no fear, and don't look back, the afterlife awaits

Watch the sparrow falling. Gives new meaning to it all. If not today nor yet tomorrow then some other day.

Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums.

Looking down from ethereal skies. Silent crystalline tears I cry. For all must say their last goodbye - To paradise.

I don't wanna take what you can give. I would rather starve than eat your bread.

CUBBIES!!!!