Prepare for a radio, for nothing is silent like the grave

We all want to become more than we are, we want to live forever, that is why we hate death and create the afterlife.

Hoarding can never end, for the heart of man always covets for more, its raging appetites can only be quenched by the heavy sands of the grave.

I live nearby a graveyard, that's where I get all my inspiration for wisdom and life

The world slides, the world goes, and death makes equal the rich and the poor