I dream of a better world
where men die by the hand
of an unseen god,
a whim of destiny’s Fates,
a tiredness of living.

Disease and human frailty
become common enemies
we all battle together
lending honorable purpose
to man’s industry.

Instead we build godguns,
a primordial lust for power
driving a never-ending search
for foes and weakness,
and men die for no reason.