Thus the Lighter fell to the floor, and spoke: pick me up, it hurts so.
As I bent to receive it, Is i cradled this fallen angel of mercy,
The great glass obelisk fell, and shatter into smoke and ruin.
Woe come to us then, in the form of a great voice
That came from above and below,
And from all sides.
What we heard was thus:
" Thou are a great big dumbass, ye who shall be stoned, Thou shalt owe me a new glass obelisk.
Thou also owe me a tincture of Our Sacred Herb."
And when all was cached, we spread ourselves with the ash, and new hunger.
Mercy and Redemption comes in the form of the Dollar Menu.
And our desire filled.
Unbeknown to us then was the face of The Adversary,
The Narc.