For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him

I Warn The Marauder Dragging Plunder, Chaotic, Rich Beyond All Rights: He'll Strike His Sails, Harried At Long Last, Stunned When The Squalls Of Torment Break His Spars To Bits.

But When Once The Earth Has Sucked Up A Dead Man's Blood, There Is No Way To Raise Him Up.

Delay Not To Seize The Hour!

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

The Future You Shall Know When It Has Come; Before Then, Forget It.