C-Par

He views through the eye of the Pygmie,
Abandoned, forgotten, the witness of living.
The Mother of the Moon fell in love with the Sun,
But the light burned away all her visions of love.

That left her cold and jealous, of the angels above;
Made her furious with every passing change of the month.
So she sent her child- that bastard of Sol,
To take revenge upon the reason that she felt so alone.

mfw I get the snare to sit JUST how I want it on the beat.