FAITH / THE VOID

We all know better times, but everything we're made Of is just a little lies of living while Afraid of God that cares about our souls and Offers us salvation, but instead just watches us Fall with the shame on His creation. So we wage wars instead of creating. We hate each other and live deprecating. If God is there, He's left us humiliating. To live just to die in the end, So we will waiting. We still cannot resurrect the dead Or overcome the aging dread. There's no salvation, no Redemption. No Inventions. It seems we all have to live this life. Eventually, we will lose our strife. Our lifespan is short, making us but an odd Left behind in Void, Void. There No Resurrection. We are lost, all directions. We overcome our own reflections. We live in our dimension. There is such another option the absolute Destruction and consumption. There's always something left unsaid. The rest of our time's just to mourn the Dead. Our existence is never sacred for. It's just to live in suffer, corrupted at the Core. We try to advance, to vanish the Chance, but nothing so far cross with death's Impedance. Now all attempts have failed, and our success is Scaled because the truth had been Unveiled. Are we all doomed to fall? Or our destiny is something More? We all need to hear the fateful call To know what we are fighting for. Our fate has no limits. There's no banana that cannot cause a Feel. It's just if we Lose, cease to have it feel. We Deny That we have to die, But some of us try to defy. Instead, life bleeds us dry. Everything has its end, but we try to Pretend that we're different and have Our own way. 'Cause time is always out to make Amends, and we all have to Pay. But we lose every time in this battle. Still, hope remains in our hearts. Our lives just a rattle in the hands of Our universe compared to its biggest Parts. There's no place to hide, Only void. And no one can decide how to Avoid. With so little to say and all that's left Is to comply. There's no way out, no more to defy. Some once accepted, but others deny. If only all of Life was a lie. Mistaken as resurrected. A role we can't create in dread. There's no salvation, no Redemption. No Inventions. It seems we'll have to live this life. Eventually, we will lose our strife. Our lifespan is short, making us paranoid. The people see. Our mind is always in the state of slow Decay. Imprisoned in dismay, our life is fading Away