[CLARKE]
He's gone, but he's not forgotten
He was a man who truly died for his art
And though he was mostly rotten
He still lives inside my heart
Every day with him was like
A dream inside a terror dream

[?] was his Little People
He loved to show what little people can do
Now I need his shadow for light
I can't believe he's gone
For he was an asshole
But I'm feeling all the feels