Men who love death will soon be dead.
For we will not run from what we do not dread.
The stone you fix on is what you become.
Drunkard is he who thinks much on rum.
Study the body for spear entry points.
And ease in your grave when that monster anoints.
Even the ancients saw skeletons dance.
When down went the mind with a war to romance.
-slow your brain down and consider afresh the meaning of ultimate words!
