For king and country,
For slight apparition whose presence
   is unknown and fornicating,
whose essence is a piece of laughter
   and all of shame,
(he can't be blamed)
For each of eighty souls whose
   minds died in vain every time
   the winds came and brought the rain,
For all the slimy characters, unscrupulous
   whores of human beings, unfaithful
   wretches, and those just tired of love,

rest ye peacefully, and wake not.