Sorry about yesterdays rant. I may have gotten a bit carried away.
-Iggie
Away is a Glader
No grass for his bed
The subject A5
Lay down his small head
The stars
In the bright sky
Look down where lay
The subject A5
Asleep on the sand
The cranks are screaming
The Glader awakes
But subject A5
No sound does he make
They scare you subject A5
Look down from the sky
And stay by the others
'Til morning is night
Be far subject A5
They tell you to go
Far from them forever
And destroy them we ask
Bless all
The dear subjects
In thy tender care
And feen us for Paradise
To live with thee there
