I question life, I question death.
I emerge through strife, and condemned health.
I detest the world, that I see through my eyes.
The events that unfurled, and all those lies.
Pain, Suffering.
For want of gain, The art of destroying.
Plus, Minus.
Contradicting pulse, Conflicting verse.
A life which shouldn't exist, A soul amiss.
One who is shrouded in mist, Is never truly in bliss.
I emerge through strife, and condemned health.
I detest the world, that I see through my eyes.
The events that unfurled, and all those lies.
Pain, Suffering.
For want of gain, The art of destroying.
Plus, Minus.
Contradicting pulse, Conflicting verse.
A life which shouldn't exist, A soul amiss.
One who is shrouded in mist, Is never truly in bliss.
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