What worth is held by thee
Another fish in an endless sea
Just one of countless casualties
The star of the play
Just another prop
On the stage
Of a cosmic farce
I will not be a victim
Another hoarse cry
Another silent scream in the void
No value is left
When the mob overtakes you
A fire sale on your soul
When your god forsakes you
Your dreams shattered
Because only sweat and blood
Are currencies held eternal
Who is to care
As you lament your shallow legacy
Memories stripped
By the sands of time
Plead upon deaf ears
And show them how you hurt
You bleed upon the construct
Just to please your executioner
It will never be
As it once was
Until it is dust
There was never a purpose
Your life never meant more
A number
Another name carved in granite
On the wall of the dead
Paradox 