When fate decided to strike you down, what amount of crying can help? - Femi Osofisan

Let no one count herself lucky till she finds herself on her death bed.

Don't speak like that, my child. Death is sweet, we think. But it is easier to talk of it, than to welcome it. We do not know what is on the other side, whether it is better or worse than here. Whereas even at its most bitter, life offers hope at least, which death does not.

All your shrines drenched in the blood Of your worshippers/All your sacred symbols wiped out by fire!