
> No wealth, no rule, no silver, no gold,
> Nothing satisfies me **but your soul**
> (O-Ohh Death, O-Oh Death, O-Ohh Death)
> Well I am Death, none can excel
> I'll open the door to
> Heaven or hell
**Remember:** the #Reaperess, a.k.a. the #Death Herself (the one who's slowly approaching you as you read this) does **not** accept #Bitcoin, #Ethereum, #Monero or other cryptocurrencies out there, let alone fiat currencies, #gold, #silver, #gems, real estate, #stocks, yachts, mansions, artificial islands or whatever mundane matter that you pursue so badly trying (in vain) to flee from Her. **SHE WILL take you before you can even think of signing a #Lightning transaction**.
As for me, relax, I'm just the boring one who remembers people of their inevitable deaths while I eager for the day when She will finally claim my soul. Because everybody dies. And, no, trans-humanism won't save you (either) from the #cosmic Big Freeze (Heat Death of the Universe due to the laws of #Thermodynamics), sorry about that. Can you hear Her, yet? Pay attention to Her footsteps at each ticking of the clock or, to quote #Roxette with a few adaptations, your own cardiac muscle, shall you got no analog clock anymore:
> Listen to your heart
> When She's calling for you
> Listen to your heart
> There's nothing else you can do.
> I don't know where you're going
> And I don't know why,
> But listen to your heart
> Before you tell it goodbye.
**No matter what you do, you will be reminded again**, lest you pretend you forgot it: life devours death only for Death to devour life. **Remember you will die** (and I will, too, hopefully sooner than later)