I could not drift

    For I had drifted further

        Beyond the banks

      Of Gods good grace

   Pray tell what cause

      Doth haunt the weary headed? 

    Oh the uj- ya know all that shite

   Hah! The truth be told

     You are too bold-

     Lay down the sullen weariness

    And rise to the occasion!

Why not?! What the fuck!