Singer Of The End

I was born for a reason
A purpose
An aim

To sow their misfortune
To kill
And to maim

But chose to change track
To rebel
To step out

To warn of death coming
To sing
Devout

I'd broken my purpose
Useless
Some scrap

Society beheld me
It crushed me
No crap

I'd broken the order
To stop
To save

It earned me my doom
A tidal
A wave

It came at me silent
At night
Through dark

Revenge of the Senate
Sharp arrows
So stark

It's ironic to think
Now dead
No amend

That my life was ended
For singing
For bringing

That my life was ended
For singing
Of the end