Read the latest ancient scrolls

Read the ways to save your soul

Read the latest manuscript

Read your name in the subscript:

Goodbye is your first line

As you serve the nectar'd wine

Don't defy the playwright's hand

Lest you're cast a darker role

The pornography of force

Will exact another toll

With a thousand red-hot swords

With promised frozen stoves

With snowflakes made of ash

And in your last death throes...

You fade into your part

Your sadness made an art

With which to touch the future's heart