The sailor told the soldier stay out of my way

And the soldier thought that was not a nice way to treat a customer

And God was fighting Satan, and the soldier had to slay all the dragons

The sailor as we know, thought, thought, was a strength in solitude

Yet the blues he could not dismiss from his mistress

People went and came, then it was the soldier again

He raised his heavy shiny sword

And put it down on the leopard, and dragon, killed them both

And that is not a nice thing to do, a leopard is innocent

A dragon by name is not good

Well the sailor did the best he could

To straighten out the situation

And soon bible study was initiated in the jail

And the soldier was there, to be a guard in the atmosphere

There really was no point, no punishment was made for slaying the leopard

And the people like Shakespeare’s drunken crowd wanted something crude

So the sailor said soldier come here, let’s to try to make something here

Of this place we call the Ninth Cube, <narrator, I, Page Goldenboy, lost train of thought, tappade tanke tråden> so at the Ninth Cube the sailor and the soldier were gonna do a nagging what ?
<narrator, I had it all good, but lost the story around ‘’Ninth Cube’’> anyways it must have been a Vegas deal for the soldier and sailor seldom talk, and when they do it’s usually when the leopard is about to jump on their heads, but the soldier laid it in his grave, save grace, save mercy, or what is an appropriate christian ending <narrator, I am not christian> well lets just pray, or skip the prayer, do a mantra or five, be happy to be alive, sometimes, and pray, pray, not christian I said! ok sorry, well fucking have the leopard kill the priest….. Well. what a fucking story, I’m glad I could keep track of it, the sailor and soldier may return / oh and no priest gets killed