Antiquity

Tamerlane

On a passing train

Watched with great disdain

These he could've slain

All is dark

For Joan of Arc

Living here is very stark

For God's lark

Oh! For the wish to age

So lucky is the youngest sage

Older

Wiser

Stronger

No longer antiquity

Won't you pity me?

Put me

Out of my misery

Me, so far

From where you are

Immortality, keeps us apart

It harms my heart

In a world negate of love

Depression fits me like a glove

Older

Wiser

Stronger

No longer antiquity

Won't you pity me?