Somebody mentioned Leonard Cohen, so Grok wrote "Styx' Hellelujah" and I tweaked it in spots. (I'm a hack, yes)
I've heard there was a secret chord
That Stolas played for to see the fnords,
But you don't really care for vision, do ya?
Well it goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The snockered mage composing Hellelujah.
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
You left your wife across the sea
Dutch dreams drowned in Vermont debris
A tricorne hat and handcuffs for your glory.
You threw the phone, it ricocheted
Cops came so quick, your spellbook frayed
Arrested pirate, assembling your story.
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed truth
She brought you rum and sweet vermouth.
Her gaiety and her liquor overthrew you.
Then one day she cried, "No more!"
She broke your tooth, you were on the floor,
And from your lips she drew the "Hellelujah!"
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
Exes bare your dreams in the thread,
BPD whores wish you dead,
Leaked arrest vids play on repeat, coming to ya.
Sam cursed the judge, you cursed the Farms
Black magic fizzled in your arms.
Now just the bottle sings your Hellelujah
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
Maybe there's an owl above
But all you've got's obsessive love
For demon lords and garden herbs gone sour.
You claimed the weather, claimed the memes
But Stolas left you with your schemes
And Kiwis laughing in the witching hour — Hellelujah
Your garden wilts, your livestreams stall
Another warrant, another fall
The vampirate king in a Rutland jail.
They nominated you for cow of the year
Eighteen percent raised a cheer
For the warlock who thought he'd never fail.
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
So here's to curses that never land
To exes fighting for your hand
To handcuffs gleaming on the pirate leather.
I did my best, it wasn't much.
Other bards have a better touch.
Your life, so far, is at a crux — now sing
Hellelujah, Hellelujah
Hellelujah, Hellelujah