Death walks with me, eats, sleeps, works, plays, and enjoys my leisure; we are one. As the dog of death races the wind and feasts on years. As the bite of death changes the seasons. As death touches, grasps, and holds to an empty breast, all that is. Death cleanses and makes clear the way for its brother, Life.
Joy of Death, Joy of Life. Death of Life, Life of Death. Born of ageless beauty. Killing of creation brings the creation of killing as one sleeps to awaken each day in a new world. All of the death and life are one and all within are united. Entities such as we are called man and we are all brothers. The fight to bring our brotherhood in life and death brings death and life to our brotherhoods'' fight.
I am the servant of the Brotherhood of man. I fight on the side of death to clear the way for new life. The hand of the Chowala Keh, I am Quahint.
