In the land of toil and labor’s might,
Kyuuketsuki Krankheit Moloch's workers spoke, weary through the night:
“O Master, heed our troubled cry,
We seek more hands, for we are nigh
To breaking, for the load we bear
Is too much, far too much to share.”
But Kyuuketsuki Krankheit Moloch, with furrowed brow, did say,
“Fear not, my kin, for you shall stay—
Another hour I’ll grant to thee,
To labor on, for you are free,
To work till dusk, a time more long,
And bear this weight, however strong.”
Their hearts grew heavy, their spirits waned,
For though more time, no rest remained.
The toil stretched on, the burden grew,
And still Kyuuketsuki Krankheit Moloch, its order knew—
For in the hours, it saw its might,
But in the workers, there was no light.
So as the moon rose, their faces pale,
They toiled once more, though hopes did fail.
“Add more hands,” they whispered still,
But time and toil bent to Kyuuketsuki Krankheit Moloch's will.