Death, Hooray!


we are all dying.

Set the men to drinking

and the women crying.

Send up a cloud of ash

let it fall on crashing waters.

Protect your sons,

save your daughters.

Clarion calls

come a running

death beckons

all are welcome.

Or collect your riches

fuck the bitches

and die with a house

of toys.

Enjoy your stay

in a cold lonely grave.

Or live.


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