If Your Words're True, They're Armed.

These Jokes The World Plays, They're Not Funny At All.

... But It Is Attitude, Not Years, That Condemns One To The Ranks Of The Undead, Or Else Proffers Salvation. In The Domain Of The Young There Dwells Many An Undead Soul. They Rush About So, Their Inner Putrefaction Is Concealed For A Few Decades, That Is All.

Humans Live In A Pit Of Cheating, Exploiting, Hurting, Incarcerating. Every Time, The Species Wastes Some Part Of What It Could Be. This Waste Is Poisonous.

The Most Malicious God Is The God Of The Counted Chicken.

The Healthy Can't Understand The Emptied, The Broken.