ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
TO THOSE OF A DISTANT PLANET
there as here
only the living feel pain
only the sentient
find pain senseless
all their weapons to oppose it fail
religion fails science fails
instinct can only guard so long
cunning does not cover all chances
all the living retreat in the end
to the realm of the unliving
and bury there the knowledge of pain
and know nothing fear nothing
the unliving here have inherited this
and our unliving speak to
your unliving there who are
the wisest through with life and now free