Mafofora

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