Life
Death
How things change between each one
Precious things
Cherished people
Lost...eventually
You see things
You try to understand them
You smile
Laugh
Cry
When the time comes
How do you precede death?
How is it that life seems to suck
When you know it's all good?
How do we take for granted those close
Who help us and fight with us?
Why must we suffer?
Why does that beast they call God
Make us suffer?
If we're his supposed creatures
Why does he allow suicide
Pain
Suffering
Deprivement?
Why the hell do we continue on?
For who are we
But playing pieces
In a game
Someone call Life
And is played by fate
Why do we continue when we know
Everything could be lost tomorrow?
How is it when we think like this
We scare people
When one day they will also think like this?
How is it that when fought for
It seems even more pointless...
...this retched thing...
...called life.............
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