It is so far past the time for recompense;
If you hear it it won’t make any sense.
An hour before, the spell had worn thin,
Galactic Alexander serves the space within.
After evil has Fausted only a select few;
Curfew approaches, encrusted around with glue.
Decisions left without careful incisions,
The glance of a corpse calculating derisions.
Unless you’ve a date scheduled in advance,
Never be late, there’s not even a chance.