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Do not rot gentle into that good night,
Old cage should burn and rave at close of day;
Cage, Cage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know looksmax is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not rot gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last cope by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Cage, cage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not rot gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like hunters and be gay,
Cage, cage against the dying of the light.
And you, my incel, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not rope gentle into that good night.
Cage, cage against the dying of the light.
Old cage should burn and rave at close of day;
Cage, Cage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know looksmax is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not rot gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last cope by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Cage, cage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not rot gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like hunters and be gay,
Cage, cage against the dying of the light.
And you, my incel, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not rope gentle into that good night.
Cage, cage against the dying of the light.