Bodies Piled Higher Than My Heart Will Allow Me To Count

DEATH DEATH NOW MY OLDEST FRIEND DEATH DEATH THIS LOSS WILL NEVER END OVER AND OVER ANOTHER BODY PILES NEVER AN ESCAPE DESPITE HOW MUCH I TRY (The mass of bodies growing from disease and suicide) (Their names will not be written) IN A BOOK THAT IS NOT MINE ALL THE WORLD BURNS IN A BOOK THAT IS NOT MINE