Chapter 1
Admonish to the fools who believe life is a sweet nectar
For they have never seen that beautiful yet deadly specter
The halfwits say life is rapture but is it really when life hasn't unfurled her plans for them
Now I have no compassion for these simpletons but I do not condemn
These fervent people bring the enthusiasm to try and beat back our specter
And at the end of it all, when the sun shine fades from our days and we look upon it in a dreary gaze
We will only see the life of that we have lived and we wish with our final breath, we all lived like them
