The lonely never escape without wounds,
But even the loved will go alone to their tombs.
Stay there, they will, and rot, until to dust they turn,
They will have no peace, and rest they'll never learn.
Sing no song, no adulation, or no praise,
Know they are gone, and that the dead cannot be raised.
No resurrection of the flesh, no revival of the mind.
Take this message to the heart: that no man gets more time.
If one fills his head with lies of pearly gates,
Then nothing can prepare him for the darkness that awaits.