DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Pure in Heart
The pure in heart
Will see the Lord,
The Way, the Truth,
The Life, the Door.
Dare to be a baaaaaad sheep.