The "ands".

Creep and crying

Stop, you're dying

Feel the wind blow in your face

Searching numb without a trace.

Rags and thorns,

A nightmare borns

Throwing glass

To the mass.

Crawl and thunder,

You still wonder

Rage of the moon,

I won't be back soon.

Brave and bold,

Their mind is sold

Find and stare,

Young man, beware!

Compared and crossed,

It's the end, you're lost.