The World To Come Must Be Composed

I Have No Enemies. I Dont Permit Such A Thing.

Borrowed Time And Borrowed World And Borrowed Eyes With Which To Sorrow It.

He Can Give Me What You Cannot. Death Is Not A Lover. Oh Yes, He Is.

Scared Money Can’t Win And A Worried Man Can’t Love.

It Is Community And Respect, Of Course, But The Dead Have More Claims On You Than What You Might Want To Admit Or Even What You Might Know About And Them Claims Can Be Very Strong Indeed. Very Strong Indeed.