For you can’t be born
Unless you die,
And you can’t die
Unless you’re born.
You, ghastly ruler of this world,
Next time you’re born
You’ll simply be dismissed.
Your Parthenon will be in ruins,
Your polished crown will turn to sand,
And from the pleasures of this life
Forever you’ll be banned.
Oh, how you’ll miss your tyranny
The blood that you had shed!
Oh, how you’ll long for ecstasy,
And for the terror that you spread!
I will not save you lonely soul,
I can’t for I am not god.
So while you’ll agonize in tears,
I think I will just nod.