T’where will go th’arts;
t’where will go th’memories;
t’when got lost th’reality;
t’when got burned ou’desires.
Nevertheless,
less by less,
blindness cured,
the truth fearless’
is there and there;
n’one will escape it’s
doom
and it’s blessin’.
God know’ when humanity di’d.
And de’d is God.
Kentucky Fried Lit 