Forbidden Fate!

The soul that breaths;
Life is not at stake.

Die the flesh when thou may;
Haven't history enough to lean on?

All the blows that stricken;
The replies; or do they not count?

The fights, Yes! or don't we?

I recall them all,
the pedigree of the game,
the immortal warfare.

Isn't just man being his own god?
As it's unjust giving his guest the crown.

We do not know when we die!
Not when we rest, but at birth;
when we live slaves to our guest.