Mafofora

"Just before the trumpet explodesTongues will loosen up the knots of dark secretsTo steal God's thunderAs they stole his fruit salad in the Garden of Eaten...""Among my status conscious folk killing is laughably hierarchicalDeath itself has pomp and prestigeThe bottom of the Earth are killedThe top are assassinatedThe dead celebrated mighty lie in stateSome lie in reposeBefore they're laid to rest or planted...
Even at the doorway of the graveThe conceited man claims the benefits of his death rankLehu legolo ke disego - in great death there are comic moments..."