In the end nothing will matter

When it ends, it will not matter

That roses grow upon the briar

That roots spring leaves on the upturned tree

That prayers are answered or there's redemption

When it all ends, it will not matter

That from inside swollen bellies

The grub feeds on the famished child

Or vultures polite will wait for life to leave before the feast

When it all ends, it will not matter

That evil is not good or we should do this and not that

For nothing will matter

As we would have redefined if not refined everything that matters

In the end, to not matter