Thus Ended Assyria

Bit of dirt. People crawling
Like the flies crawling
On the people over it.

The territory
Is a terrible trembling.
We will die.

We will all die.
In the calm lands
Observing the end

Of the old, tortured patch
Of eternally resurrected
Torment no one thinks this.

In the calm lands,
Nothing as serious
Could happen,

Which is why
It is so lonely when
What can happen arrives.