Longer distance from death.
 To make the point clear:
 Take a little love
 much sorrow,
 grains of salt
And a bunch of dark pitch ,
 and three drops of venom,
 And mix it between two graves,
 In a night when you hear nothing but the creaking of your bones,
 The viscous mixture is sticky.
 Roll out the dough and toss it as far as you can.
 farther from death,
 Until you hear the sound of it crashing.
 There, where the apocalyptic fall,
 Then a person you don't know, appears
 and holds you.