He Knew The Things That Were And

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

How Delicate Her Feet Who Shuns The Ground, Stepping A-tiptoe On The Heads Of Men.

Strife, Only A Slight Thing When She First Rears Her Head But Her Head Soon Hits The Sky As She Strides Across The Earth.

There Is Nothing Alive More Agonized Than Man / Of All That Breathe And Crawl Across The Earth.