Men Grow Tired Of Sleep,

The Chance Of War Is Equal, And The Slayer Oft Is Slain.

…but There They Lay, Sprawled Across The Field, Craved Far More By The Vultures Than By Wives.

Everyone Knows Rock N' Roll Attained Perfection In 1974. It's A Scientific Fact.

Insignificant Mortals, Who Are As Leaves Are, And Now Flourish And Grow Warm With Life, And Feed On What The Ground Gives, But Then Again Fade Away And Are Dead.

Nor Can One Word Be Chang'd But For A Worse.