Conversion by Sean Ripple www.flickr.com/photos/flatlife On that bed may we not buckle On the day we’re unmade may we not stumble If you’re so inclined, feel free to fear, but please save the suffer ing ing ing Our life isn’t lived to please one eager to punish What sort of vengeance do you think lives unseen? But if a punisher is waiting if a punisher is waiting Let him pass over me