So put the prism back in its shape
Turn over the rotten grape
Cry for the light to reunite
You with what you write

Pray Dionysus for pity
For what you avoided by being so greedy
ruined a Carnival
Of happines and arrival

Set your nature free
Just to catch It
And give It to me

Call for a blessing
Have your candles ready and Lit
Just to have It cancelled while processing