Who Dies Next

Bold black bald took rash steps hm hm hm who lives death, thumps own grave who dies next? you you you Six feet thus. I fear not! if eight feet tall. sit! stand not In our loss two graves dug don't be lost our bones rust mixed sand dust. Infant love, grown hate_thread¿ if not curse who hates love My charm divines¿ not who lives long? old or youth, no one knows like today who no_one¿ knew. young brethren, fake not sage seek refuge these mistakes, I once made.