Fallen Hope
Pure beauty when one seems to smile. Joy of the world gave the sun purposes to shine. Hope brightens by the future which seems blurry. Happiness brings forth wonders, giving strength none could imagine. Sadness made perfect, flawed by pleasure. How it burnt so swiftly, I couldn’t tell. Souls taken against their will for the sake of happiness. Men dying to achieve something they believed to be real. Dying for something that only exists in their minds. For some death brings joy, for others it brings misery. Should the truth be told, or kept hiding from the world? Who in the world is given the rights to answer?
Tortured souls gave up false hope to people wanting nothing else but to be happy for eternity. When they reach the end, their hope for a future shattered by facts defying their courage. Time became an enemy, not wanting to be followed. Denying people’s efforts to survive. Life came to be, joining time as they began to fade from our eyes. Purposes for survival seems clear when one holds knowledge that consists of nothing but delight. When the world came crumbling before their feet, fear gave birth to anger, bearing a child all feared; suffering.
Offspring of sins gave birth to men. A flaw that seems to be perfect. Why should one continue on for life if it doesn’t even hear our cries? Angels came to take us away and angered by our fear, we were brought back to the world to pay for our mistakes. The punishment for men’s sins is to place them here on this very world and face through a process that bares everything signifying the devil; life.
Why should we die for something that doesn’t believe in us? Why should we pay for something that deserves nothing? The dead holds nothing. Memories cherished shall disappear into the abyss. Happy or sad, it makes no difference. Everything comes to an end when we are freed from life.
For this, I beg. Take me away and leave me be. Emptiness cherishes our sanity more than life. Death ends all pain, giving nothing to us but solitude. Why should we wait for 80 years when we can go forth by our own will?
Should we fear for our soul more than our life?
Tortured souls gave up false hope to people wanting nothing else but to be happy for eternity. When they reach the end, their hope for a future shattered by facts defying their courage. Time became an enemy, not wanting to be followed. Denying people’s efforts to survive. Life came to be, joining time as they began to fade from our eyes. Purposes for survival seems clear when one holds knowledge that consists of nothing but delight. When the world came crumbling before their feet, fear gave birth to anger, bearing a child all feared; suffering.
Offspring of sins gave birth to men. A flaw that seems to be perfect. Why should one continue on for life if it doesn’t even hear our cries? Angels came to take us away and angered by our fear, we were brought back to the world to pay for our mistakes. The punishment for men’s sins is to place them here on this very world and face through a process that bares everything signifying the devil; life.
Why should we die for something that doesn’t believe in us? Why should we pay for something that deserves nothing? The dead holds nothing. Memories cherished shall disappear into the abyss. Happy or sad, it makes no difference. Everything comes to an end when we are freed from life.
For this, I beg. Take me away and leave me be. Emptiness cherishes our sanity more than life. Death ends all pain, giving nothing to us but solitude. Why should we wait for 80 years when we can go forth by our own will?
Should we fear for our soul more than our life?
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