Pray to whatever god you believe in. And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution. And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. Archives are still a mess.
Oddities are still nonexistent.
Glances are still wrecked. Addications are still old. All in good time people. Keep your hands to yourself. Life goes on.