Many years ago today, something grew inside of your mother That thing was you You! You! You! You! You Did she scream? Did she cry? Only those that are born are the ones that get to die One more year closer to dying Rotting organs, ripping, frying Biological discordance, birthday equals self-abhorence R.S.V.P. Please For the death of thee You have little time You’re running out of life Happy…birthday You’re gonna die Die! Die! Death Day! Birth! Day Dethday! Die! Die! Die! Dethday! Deathday! Die