Until all is
lost,
No reincarnation
Until the
end of life
To be born
is to be alive
To be alive
is to wait for death
To wait for
death is to die
To die is to
be born again
The world
must see someday
Life is same
as death
And must be
suffered
If only it
is worth the trouble
But neither is
death, then
Worth a
chance
If it is to
be born again
To sit here
and wonder
“To be, or not to be:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles”
Feed the
hungry man, I say
Covered in
dirt and shit
Lift his
soul off its sorrow
Burn him
then. Burn him tomorrow
Wish them
luck, the lovers
Romanticizing
their future
Wish them grandeur
and might.
Burn them,
then. Light up the night.
Torch the
ground, I say
Flay the sky
Burn
everything
Then burn
the ashes.
Burn the
world
Until all is
smoke
You can’t
burn smoke
Then burn
yourself.
And be born
again.
And burn
again.
