There are only two things we pass down from generation to generation
The ring of life and the ring of death
The ring of life will be shorter than you think
And the ring of death will be longer than you could ever fathom.
Your grandmother died of sorrow,
You will die in rage,
And your children will inherit a death full of fear
So, quick!
Tell your children now the story of The Lion King
So that they can cherish life for a few fleeting moments
Teach your children to dance and sing along to Ring Around the Rosie
So that they can laugh at Death
Before He takes their lives
And they cease to be.
Blood seeping from open wounds and into the soil
Flesh rotting in the ground and in the bottom of wells
Bones decomposing on the ocean floor
Your organs nothing but fodder for trees and vultures and bugs
To thirst upon.
Such is the destiny of billions upon billions,
And such is your fate
Because, darling, you were made from dust,
And to dust you will return.