as they sprinkle me in the ocean they, cry once more. this is the last they'll see of me, i will be no more. but sometimes out of me comes new life. a little flame that is hope of triumph over that night

I make the guard stand in his place, Spur the courier to run his race, The backbone of your backyard’s border, I denote what’s later in the order.

Where muddy waters trap the bold, A maze of muck and tales untold. A sticky mess, where hope goes to die, Also a friend of the Family Guy.

With ink as black as night It has a pen But does not write.

When thunder speaks, I lose my nerve, I blink and stutter, as if unsure. Not out, not on, a pulse obscure, I warn you that your electricity may not endure.