Holding hands and a frying pan

Mother and father and sister and brother

Gather round the campfire altar

To witness to fantastic spectacle falter

Crowds jeer and children cheer

As the masked man slaughters a deer

The blood splatters across and forms

On the ground a pair of demonic horns

The people weep and the man fails

As we all begin our own tale

Of righteousness and healing and goodness

Our wish is merely to feel the best