The Artifact Is Nothing
The artifact is nothing
The monument's not standing
The accolade's defeated
And the structure ain't completed
The treasure's turned to dust
The cave of gold is cursed
The valley's filled with rot
And the spring has suffered drought
The etching's lines are blurred
The fortune was never heard
This space is still for rent
And the evil won't repent
The bruise still gathers blood
The village sank with flood
This life is short and rough
And the art ain't art enough
Autor(es): Michael Andrew Betmanis
