I Live An Idle Burden To The

It's Disgraceful How These Humans Blame The Gods. They Say Their Tribulations Come From Us, When They Themselves, Through Their Own Foolishness, Bring Hardships Which Are Not Decreed By Fate.

You Know, The One With All The Well Meaning Rules That Don't Work Out In Real Life, Uh, Christianity.

In Every Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

Look At Me! I'm A Puffy Pink Cloud!

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.