Life is meaningless
Yet there exists beauty brought to us by emotion
Emotions raise questions
Such as, “why are we here?”
The aesthetic pleasure of life is given to us trough our senses
Senses of perception
When we lose our senses
Or the importance of our senses
We need a divine purpose
For we cannot escape death
We become trapped as time moves on
The innocent children are sleeping
The beast inside all of us roars and grinds
Crumbling ashes vanish in the sand
As the ocean washes all the suffering away