an ode to cestelle
oh cestelle, our voice of reason!
cutting through all the pain
a statement oh so fresh to see
all sensical and free
a hero on this cursed plane
shining bright beneath the darkness
oh cestelle, how we sing for you!
without you, what would we do
days gone are horny gay obsessors
since cestelle smote them all
with facts and logic and only truth
obliterated them all with proof
whenever there is toil or trouble
our angel from above will say
a sentence or two that renders them unable
to continue their dark and dastardly ways
