I guess you're done. You're doomed. You can stop licking 
your wounds. You're just recycled ash. You're just going 
back

But the strong will survive! The poets will cry, but not 
I. Not I.

The planets move, and all is right!

slingshot's rock, and we'll bury him along with your 
statistics.

And the weak will comply, leak, and resign with still 
eyes. Still eyes.

The planets move, and so do I!