Look at our beauty:
Artificial wars
Dividing borders
Poisoned cycles that never heal
Hoarding horrors
Misuse and abuse
Machines with feelings
Subjected to complacency
"There is good, and this is true."
Said the species that dried the planet
Love blooms and removes
Our hate and our gloom
But god, please look around
See what our lives brought
Was the greatest blessing just a concept?
Our life has no meaning, but we can make one
But why does our meaning keep manifesting pain?