Mafofora

<p>Just before the trumpet explodes<br>Tongues will loosen up the knots of dark secrets<br>To steal God's thunder<br>As they stole his fruit salad in the Garden of Eaten...</p><p><br>Among my status conscious folk killing is laughably hierarchical<br>Death itself has pomp and prestige<br>The bottom of the Earth are killed<br>The top are assassinated<br>The dead celebrated mighty lie in state<br>Some lie in repose<br>Before they're laid to rest or planted...<br>Even at the doorway of the grave<br>The conceited man claims the benefits of his death rank<br>Lehu legolo ke disego - in great death there are comic moments...</p>