Live ready to die,
be the benign force,
be the malignant force.
Be sweetly fierce
and posthumously saintly.
Use telepathy on crowds,
But approach a person like a weapon.

When the angel of death approaches another,
Invite him in for a spot of your blood.
Be the wild card; be wild,
Be surprised by your own acts,
learn to expect the unexpected.

Live indecisively, straddle the fence.
Fall deliberately, full-conscious, only to rise again.
When falling, be indefensible, indefatigable.
Surround yourself from the inside, like an enemy.
Be the opposition someday you intend to destroy.

Patti Masterman

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/precepts-of-mortality/