Fake angels rarely lie
You lose so much to live
A seamless way to die
If nothing’s too much to give
You may win all the games
When games are all you play
Friends will lose their names
Your house will move away
Nothing outlasts something
If your universe takes love
Meaning more than one thing
If care gives greed a shove
Live long and you’ll lose much
Your friends, your loves, then you
Memory’s a last crutch
When your dove has come and flew
Winning gains skin-deep sand
History’s dark grey grit
Wins rated by scribbling hands
Victory by where you sit
Stones mark where you’ll lie
Flushed from earth’s deep floor
Losers teach the world to die
So living means much more