They walk in a way that a child does when caught in the act of mischief.
They shudder when hearing an acute act of kindness yet They are mistique.
They fornicate with young children as they slice off their own tounges with their unsheathed swords.
They slaughter the cattle and give no thanks to their lord.
Share the wine and bread with your family and friends for the world is nearly at end.
They share their tall tales and folklore over pitchers of ale and other intoxications, yet the world knows of no true education.
What is death? I am death. I am the mask that shares no equality, no liberations yet I share the comfort of my darkest chambers for you. No exceptions you made me proud because your life is at an end. Hello I am death, hear my rage, I welcome you my dear lost friend.