The time's the messenger of death,
Such messengers are killed
As old tradition has it set
Ascertained in our sapience and skill

A human, noble spirit, as he loves to think
Is fallen victim to the Literati
The rules of Grammar, most deceptive of all things
Are simply being alpha-naughty

A naked man is lying in the way he lies
He's being silent of the truth
That he is dying and he does know why
The darkness of it feels so smooth