Ahhh…the sweet scent of madness and cynicism
Nothing compared to the taste of a revenge ranger
The bells tingling, spiralling, plunging sadness
A saint sinning, evil evaporating, demons diminishing
All of this, and so much more evil’s strength I need
To open a pickle jar
With a bursting rage of flaming snow
and a destined determination to crib like a crow
I enjoy the fun in watching fright anguished lightning
being used to scorch crows out of the sky
letting them fall in furious fire and melt to snow
Just like opening a pickle jar
Clamp on to my wrist with a grasping grip
Try the missing part of the puzzle
Feel curious to settle in a huge war
And feel obliged to be honoured
To particularly be opening this jar
And when you succeed, just wait!
Because before you open your eyes
And look at the blazing sun
Let your body feed warmth
And make sure, especially this day
you feel good about yourself
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