Curses rain down from your feeble skies,
As I feel carnage inflicted in my beautiful lies.

Make merry in your desolate range,
For everlasting pain defines your state.
Hold your breath, abate;
Hold silly faith in clumsy fate.

Crash and burn and mope
As your life ends, bound in stains of false hope.

I wrecked all – God of your board.