Instead of perfume there will be rottenness;
and instead of a girdle, a rope;
and instead of well-set hair, baldness;
and instead of a rich robe, a girding of sackcloth;
instead of beauty, shame.
Your men shall fall by the sword and your mighty men in battle.
And her gates shall lament and mourn;
ravaged, she shall sit on the ground.
Isaiah 3.24ff
But that won’t happen to me
no
that will never happen to me
the campaign has just begun
it's the first day of spring
and I'm immortal
