by Alfred Edward Housman (1859 - 1936)

Good creatures, do you love your lives
Language: English 
Good creatures, do you love your lives
  And have you ears for sense?
Here is a knife like other knives,
  That cost me eighteen pence.
 
I need but stick it in my heart
  And down will come the sky,
And earth's foundations will depart
  And all you folk will die.

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