Prayers sound hollow
I seize poison but I am spineless to swallow
The
Is the night of atheism true wisdom?
Annual cycles have completed a score
Consuming the zeal to live more
All the World’s a Stage
Through Death’s Trapdoor, We can flee from the torturous Cage
Darkness stimulates temporary redemption
An image of life reaching a rewarding junction
The thirst for Nirvana
Is quenched only by Marijuana
To Hell! I will rebel against my fate
Want to spin the helm of life like roulette.
