Chris Posted November 14, 2017 Posted November 14, 2017 (edited) Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Edited November 14, 2017 by Chris
The Hero of Time Posted November 14, 2017 Posted November 14, 2017 tl;dr that poem Interstellar music, good shit tho 1