The moment has passed, the time has bristled by, the day is gone-
They did not last, they did not sucuumb to might, nor wait, for anyone.
Yes, the day is gone and so...

The night is upon us, quiet and rambunctious, all at once, a paradox
With the pitter patter of the rain's silent laughter,
Rising from a lonely gutter.
Chuckling to itself like a homeless drunkard,
Angry and disturbed by a world that
Time and time again has left him hurt.

Pitter patter

He alone is exempt from the forgiveness
That he alone has given to Humanity,
Wholly a fool who truly believes
If he martyrs his soul, he'd save the world.
And in saving the world, he'd be a hero, and being a hero-
He'd save his soul..

Pitter Patter, Pitter Patter

Oh, but he knows too well his humility disguises his vanity,
His jealousy, his envy: but all he sees is riches in the skies.
That ambition makes him
A noble, too clean, too pure, and codependent,
Completely dependent on the Omniscient.
He forgets what brings him his present,

Time and time again, as he celebrates the saving grace
Of his oh so noble martyr soul in an abandoned shit hole
Starring into another empty bottle, wondering,
How much farther must he go?

As he pitter patters, oh Lord! I truly am special!