Death Is No Bitch He will come up from the mountain. He will stand beneath the sky. He won't want to act, and will have to; he'll climb out of there and fly. He will fall a million times, but in silence; half a million times more not making a sound. A man's spirit is glowing, but he'll never burn until he's born. And it won't be hot in the fire It won't be hot He will give up the diving bell sixty-one leagues under the sea. He will disregard his enemies, not show it by spreading his wings. He'll sit on his tail, but he'll listen. He'll sit on his tail but he'll laugh. Man's body comes from underground and he'll never fall until he's born. And it won't be Hell down here It won't be Hell He's a dead man but he won't stay dead forever. He couldn't live face to face with hate and facing death, he will die While no one can see your silence nothing stops them from hearing you laugh. He would have been lucky, Harpy if you'd never drawn a breath. Death is no bitch Not a bitch like a three-day-drunk Death ain't a bitch.
word to word negative of
Langston Hughes’ Life is Fine