*She was dead before she was born.
What a cold heart,
She's never warm.
She found the world, but it was broken.
She found love, but it was wasted,
Like the man.
And they say the devil's sword is the coward's cop-out,
But death makes cowards of us all.
"To be, or not to be, that is the question"
To be! The coward's reaction,
To not! Fierce condemnation.*