I salute you Christopher
I salute your life,
How you played the dice,
Your words will live in us,
timelessly insane,
explosive, fresh, and wise
Some will just forget,
Some will close their eyes,
Some will turn the tide
I salute you Christopher,
Whiskey raised and downed,
You risked and you took the crown.
Console yourselves,
that a scientific death is better than a fairytale of the eternal life.
Control yourselves,
cause the Man in the Sky is a tyrant and a lonely psychopath,
dreamed up to steal your minds.
A horseman on a track,
a brilliant gentle wreck,
with a brittle mouth the price.
No submit, no compromise,
Saint Christopher, all the truths,
and the destroyer of soul strings and threats.
They will learn to see in time,
they will think before they refuse,
the civilization road.
I salute you, Christopher,
I declare you as our King,
Or Queen, depending on your mood.

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