Words serve only to prolong sentences
For every letter is a lie
And to all who say paragraphs save lives
We die when we die
The grandest agony of life sempiternal
In its desperate desolation
The blightest epiphany of death infernal
Is its eternal isolation
That we will all live
All tied up in a pest's husk
This statement, ever true
An oxymoron to last til the final dusk
