Enough

This isn't the best effort we could have made
everything is one way
there's no effort involved
we're secular, diseased. Perfect.
There's no-one better
just just as good
and then what then
to leave and love again
and what of the past
it dies
it dies a dramatic death and
is never laid to rest
and what of respect
and what of love
and what of the cursed hallelujah?
To be is to be loved
to be is to be scared sometimes
but to always over-react
what of that
that is not the game of life
TO live is to BE

The excuse and the aptitude you display
must it always go your way
fuck the cause and fuck the biology
can't you control your own self
or are you just a slave to a mechanism
CANT YOU SPEAK FOR YOURSELF
so criticizing.
But there's so much to criticise.
So condescending.
But what do you know of 'life'
So patronizing
And what is it you do better.
So antagonizing.
But what do you do?
What do you do?