We are all waiting
Waiting for the day; HE; HIMSELF SHALL WIPE AWAY OUR TEARS
TO TEACH US TO OUTGROW OUR MADNESS
But the only time we are free from THE PLAGUE of madness,
Is the day that Death shows up,
Well-dressed in His fitted robes.
We need not an INTERPRETER OF MALADIES
To tell us what malady we suffer
Sin is the UNBEARABLE LIGHTNESS OF BEING
Which we cannot do without
But when the heart refuses to beat
We might end up either in a BRAVE NEW WORLD
Or ON THE ROAD to a certain place
But fear not of Death
THE GOD OF SMALL THINGS will care for you
AS YOU LAY DYING
FROM HERE TO ETERNITY