Dirt

Everything beneath your feet is dirt. It was here before you, it will be here after you. Why do you wage war for dirt? The dirt does not care you are there. The dirt will engulf all bodies all the same. You are arrogant to think you are different. The dirt will claim you as it will with all.

The insects of the dirt do not value your family name. They do not respect your title. They are unimpressed with with your vaults of gold. Fighting to own more of your eternal resting place is but a fools task. The insects will carry you off and scatter your flesh beneath the dirt. What you once temporary owned, now will eternally own you.