Minion, behold the nadir of the lyric:
Dreams and pathways I have known
The times of man eons peak and eras trough
Cacophonous yalp as virally sewn
Still lyrical I hear my dear love's cough
Harmonious day flees panoptical night
And a green phlegm rubicon traverse
Viscus, cascading snot affright
Fly, silent fever embrace the inevitable adverse
Forgotten roads through rooky woods meander
Cursed cough, thy name is emerald molasses
Among fallen timbers and brush forever wander
Pray, find your place amid begotten corpses
And time, immortal guardian of aged, ailing genus locus
A dimming light, we say goodnight to all my Love's disgusting mucus