There's the midday sun There's a smoking gun There's an end to fun There's nowhere to run. What did you do Young Zachary Bleu? The jaundiced view Puts it all on you. Witness the slow, painful death of your father from consumption. Witness your older sister being carried off by savages, kicking and screaming for all she was worth. On their next wave of attack, slice the head from one of those savages, using the same implement you dug your father's grave with before taking a knock-out blow to the temple. Welcome to the new world, the promised land, the future, as promised some twelve months earlier in a far away land.