Fatalist

There was a fatalist
so lost and abysmal
There was a zephyr in the air
But he did not dare
to continue, but joy overtook him
when he arrived
there was no pandenonium
Everyone living life
like they did not care

Thins were soon to change
The area he came to
our kismet was approaching
Calamity was soon to come
everyone runnin away
like that, there was no more fun
Trepidation everywhere
These rebels slaying
like they do not care

The sun rises
The rebels have severed so many
The chaos is over, they all resent
How can they live in peace again
Nirvana will never be present