When all is naught
And hope is sought
Look up at the moon
The powerful being
Both knowing and seeing
Of a world of impending doom
It said, "turn back!"
Before it goes black
The warning did they heed?
Singing a sirens song
While they bang the gong
Enacting the deed
Basking in the moonlight
For as long as they might
Foolishness they have caught
Now hope is naught
And all is sought
look to the moon, do not
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