A trashcan at a food court in Salt Lake City, Utah (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Who is the confident man?

Who is the one who spits at death without knowledge?

And where is he to be found when it comes to visit?

Where are those lively lips which cursed at the Judgement?

That prattling tongue lays still.

Gestureless hands decay from lack of soul.

The coffin is nothing more than a waste basket.

And his words have long since faded.

Be wise and hold your words, you man of violent intent.

For the One who will next entertain you will be no entertainment at all.