Exercises in Futility IV

Some are born without a purpose

Other than prolonged demise in ornate ways

Most of the time it's pathetic, quick and useless

And good neighbours don't bother digging up the graves

It's rows upon rows of kings, whores and pawns

And the storm is rolling

The vengeful and the bitter reach out for their fix

Rebels never realized that their angst was a mockery

Every empire

Every nation

Every tribe

Thought it would end

In a bit more decent way

It is an unlikely alliance

Of assorted failures

Various degrees of deceit, doomsday prophets

The clenched teeth

The vinegar down the veins

A stylish pit

Right next to Judas, Brutus and Cassius

Every empire

Every nation

Every tribe

Thought it would end

In a bit more decent way

Every prophet

Every ruler

Every seer

Will chew on this ruin

And repeat ad nauseam