Easy is the way - short is the distance.

What you wish in life is granted in death.

You who journey will not meet resistance.

For you who pass through shall have nothing left.

No eternal sleep in the earth's great deep

Nor heaven or hell for the likes of you

Not a drop of rest shall ye e’er now keep

Punishment awaits you for what you do.

E’er more trapped in this simple and small rhyme

You’ll watch your body decay as you lay.

There you will be encased for all of time.

Nothing you can do will keep this at bay.

Your sons will sigh, and your wife will not cry.

All that you have ever done is a lie.