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 deat...