Go to Hell

Let him dig a hole

And lie buried there.

All this blabber of death

Has left him bare.

If he desires to die

Let him furnish the means;

Rather than rave and rant

To alarm my nerves,

Terrifying me whole;

While he mocks the world

And scamper around.

Show me a rope or rock

That would rend

This mortifying roar;

Coercing him to yell no more!