Against their dreams
they find no defence;
their fate it what it seems
through dreamtime's merciless lens

when the agony they endorse
comes at them, full force,
accepting no blindfolded remorse
from the void of their conscience's empty source

and, like Achilles & Hector deeply insane
humiliated and finally slain,
like Moammar Gadhafi & Saddam Hussein
in the cold, cold ground to be lain
after living their lives completely in vain

- for rage is awoken,
beautiful curses are spoken;
their necks briskly broken,
their death a fair game token
from Hades to Hoboken