I am become death, shatterer of worlds.

Death is a low chemical trick played on everybody except sequoia trees.

Some say the world will end in fire, some say ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.

I regret that I have but one life to give for my country.

You can be a king or a street sweeper, but everybody dances with the Grim Reaper.

Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds.