sounds of familiarity

[absurdbynature]

From the depths of hell
the eternal flames of wrath
emerge all final exams
delievered by the university staff

we slaves, we bound souls of knowledge
toil and sweat; weep and fret
breaking the bindings of our books
to try and erradicate our final threat

hours upon hours
the glass has been reset
the lights keep us awake
with a book pillow, we attain our rest

with hope, our trial be not in vain
luck willing what was taught will stay
will be enough in hours of early morn
to complete the correct pattern and recieve an A!