RAGE AGAINST THE DYING OF WHITE MIGHT. THOUGH MEN AT THEIR END KNOW DARK IS RIGHT, THEIR WORDS HAD FORKED LIGHTNING THEY DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT. MAGAMEN, THE LAST WAVE BY CRYING HOW BRIGHT
THEIR FRAIL DEEDS MIGHT HAVE DANCED IN A GREEN BAY
RAGE AGAINST THE SLIGHT
