OUR LIFE PASSES AWAY LIKE IDLE CHATTER FOR IN THIS SEASON WITH ALL ITS TREASON OUR TRAGIC SHALL BE SPOKEN AND UTTERED ON FOREIGN TONGUES ROSES SHALL TURN TO STONE
LET OUR LIVES BE SHORT THE SHAME WILL BE TOO LONG
LIKE HOLLOW PROMISES GESTURING WITH FATIGUE LIFTED LIKE A OLIVEN BRANCH FROM VEINS EXPOSING YOUR PURPOSE OUR BLOOD OUR CAUSE OUR LIFE PASSES AWAY IDLE CHATTER