I don't have no fear of death. My only fear is coming back reincarnated.

You live you die and death not ends it.

Unindicated and unknown is the length of life of those subject to death.

Of bones the city is made, Plastered with flesh and blood, Where decay and death are deposited, And pride, and ingratitude.

Life is swept along, next-to-nothing its span. For one swept to old age no shelters exist. Perceiving this danger in death, one should drop the world's bait and look for peace.

Our life is made by the death of others.