>>40507419
I could use the aforementioned arrest abilities to dissolve that settlement which makes the green button just as good as the red button

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z01Tsgwe2dQ
Lyrics:
Let's play a simple numbers game!
One we already-
Let's play a simple numbers game!
One we already-

Pray!
That you know how to play!
Or else your light shall (fade-)
Fallen to all of these diamonds, spades,
Each of these attacks I-
Spray!
So now begins new day-
It is so-so Dark Dark, Just as- alike- to when the moon is in-

Don't look away, Don't look away, Don't look away!
HAuh! HAuh HAuh!
What can I say? What can I say?
HAuh! HAuh! HAuh!
It's just a fun old numbers game-
Let's show your soul just how we-!
Don't look away, Don't look away, Don't look away!
HAuh! HAuh! HAuh!
What can I say? What can I say?
HAuh! Hauh! Hauh!
It's a fun old numbers game-
And you've already begun to-

Play! The world is spinning now!
The world is changing how?
Who spins the world around!?
The World has fallen!
So, Curtains are up in flames!
And even yet we play-
The same old number games!
The sharks are circling round!
I see a future day!
Where fear comes out to play!
Hell boils from its cave!
Brings an end to our whole game!
Royal pawns of the roaring!
Every queen and every king!
The end of everything!
The world is revolving!

WORLDS on worlds are rolling ever
From creation to decay,
Like the bubbles on a river
Sparkling, bursting, borne away.
But they are still immortal
Who, through birth's orient portal
And death's dark chasm hurrying to and fro,
Clothe their unceasing flight
In the brief dust and light
Gathered around their chariots as they go;
New shapes they still may weave,
New Gods, new laws receive,
Bright or dim are they as the robes they last
On Death's bare ribs had cast.

A power from the unknown God,
A Promethean conqueror, came;
Like a triumphal path he trod
The thorns of death and shame.
A mortal shape to him
Was like the vapour dim
Which the orient planet animates with light;
Hell, Sin, and Slavery came,
Like bloodhounds mild and tame,
Nor preyed, until their Lord had taken flight;
The moon of Mahomet
Arose, and it shall set:
While blazoned as on Heaven's immortal noon
The cross leads generations on.

Swift as the radiant shapes of sleep
From one whose dreams are Paradise
Fly, when the fond wretch wakes to weep,
And Day peers forth with her blank eyes;
So fleet, so faint, so fair,
The Powers of earth and air
Fled from the folding-star of Bethlehem:
Apollo, Pan, and Love,
And even Olympian Jove
Grew weak, for killing Truth had glared on them;
Our hills and seas and streams,
Dispeopled of their dreams,
Their waters turned to blood, their dew to tears
Wailed for the golden years.