Taking Death to a Star

We take death to a star
On our journey to afar.
We purchased the ticket at birth
For the train we call Earth.

We take death to a star--
A first-class Pullman car,
And we watch the world go by our feet
From our observatory window seat.

We take death to a star, baby,
No ifs, ands, buts, or maybes.
Our tickets are all one-ways,
And we will pull into the station one of these days.

...and thus ends the poetry thing for today...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be the Word...