Nuking each other to burn bones,
Beasts with big bulky horns,
Humans are in sleepy yawns,
While they destroyed cornerstones.

Leading thou world to turmoil,
Too many were buried beneath the soil,
Darker dawns of pain and mourns,
Waging war with brighter cornerstones.

Some think of Goodwill,
Some of them will kneel,
To the mighty-armed dons,
Building their own cornerstones.

Anarchy is their beacon,
Ending the world for a reason,
To rule those who will be gone,
Only to rule a few cornerstones!