What a brief moment life is What a mass of particles our remains, Both on lives and earth Beauty no longer beautiful Ugliness losses cognisance The only action of a corpse is that it remains dead The proud earth walker exit to the lowly soil Its (soil) patience yields an enduring reign For the price of living, The flames of death is ignited Man, many mourn his sorry tale The price for knowing any, ultimately, is tears At the departure of good or evil, Men either talk or weep The rich whisked from his plenty The poor saved from his poverty The gap is breached The long war ends Death welcoming into a big compound, A land no one lords Free at the clause of chained mortals Fairness reigns in this darkness Whatever you know, Know death is neither partial nor a racist Even for the wise, all the health in his bones, Are for the collection of the grave Where they remain fossils in a dark soily library An underst...