Narrative 2-12-01

Epoch descended youthfully
A butterfly named John
A fortnight plus four he lived
Many days he knew to come
Path had descended
He knew!
Swamp, desert, jungle, and stream

On the day of fortnight plus four
A fork upon he came
One to the lands of anarchy,
One to the evil city
What to do, what to do,
Somebody send me a savior

A creature to the fly she came
A swan
A swan
A hummingbird
Appellation Jarah

On the day of fortnight plus four
A fork upon he came
One to the lands of anarchy,
One to the evil city
What to do, what to do,
Somebody send me a savior

Advice to give, said she
Your quintessence follow 
Junglelife brings pain and headaches
But many days of smiles
And fulfillment road's end will be

On the day of fortnight plus four
A fork upon he came
One to the lands of anarchy
One to the evil city
What to do, what to do,
Somebody send me a savior

Damnation in its full arrived
The name of Peter
A wig of the ear
Do what I say!
Come to the city
Drunkenness, exploitation abound
Come to the city

On the day of fortnight plus four
A fork upon he came
One to the lands of anarchy
One to the evil city
What to do, what to do
Somebody send me a savior

On the evening of fortnight plus four
A decision of heart found he
Little occasion dissolve
What to do, what indeed!
A savior cannot be.