To die is to live again;
So I was told by those who yet live.
Stories of a great grand beyond of grandeur,
Where the sun never sets and the moon never fades.

Herein lies the looming question;
What then is the best way to proceed on death?
Grow old, painful bones and sleep on in sickness?
Or to rest in the hands of nature, or a mad man's fury?

Whichever way it is or not;
Man was born to live, die, and to live again.
For each day is but the beginning of the end,
Of adventures, sojourn, or mission, tis a must for all.

Life after death is our only hope;
All others are vanity, vanity upon vanity.
These stories are for teaching's sake - nothing else,
The secret story of life is thus: cold, desolate end, and final.

Rest In Peace Comrade Ken Atsuwete, Esq.