Dirt From Which We Came

My name is nothing
It is dirt
From which I came
Thus where I shall return
In a casket or an era
Neither which really concerns
Death is destined
Not even earned
Why even bother with a journey you know the ending too
Just a bunch of capital pigs spending and lending
Paper with words and pictures of those we have never known
Life revolves around this and nothing more
A black darken core
As greed sets in
It’ll linger inside till my dying end
So hurry up my metal friend
Rush me faster and faster
Away from this disaster
To this end
As sinful spiteful sick blood flows
Staining the pure snow
Collapsing and relapsing I am
For I am fore ever more the damn
Cling to the blade of freedom in my hand
No longer to wander this ungrateful land
To find me just take my cold metal friend
From my died bare hand
Join me in this new land
Unregulated by laws and capitalism
No presence of faith or Darwinism
Just you and I
Gone in the blink of an eye
So here I lay
Just waiting for the day
To be unbounded by rules
By those who drool
Un-president fools
So I part my ways
For today is my dying day