All For Naught Poem by Tyton Toste

Plague and blood:
All in my mind.
All in debt to thou and thine.

To see death;
Is to know me,
And is to know thy enemy.

Let loose no tolerance;
Let loose no kindness,
Let loose the hatred and the mindless.

Fighting over a simple things,
Such as oil or religion,
is no more than feeding a pidgin.

Its worthless,
Without a doubt.
then later thy know not what its all about.

Money and cash,
Glory to gaunt,
This is what thine soldiers want.

Not thy goal,
Nor thy power.
Just to be the men of the hour.

They not what death,
They not want pain,
They only want for themselves to gain.

At first its all a good idea,
Then its just a regret,
For their salty tears shall be so wet.

And in the end,
What is won?
What is true then all is done?

Nothing at all,
Just people see
What all these people can be.