Everyone's life is a tragedy...
It just depends on when the play ends.

How sad and tragic is mans pride and ambitions.

"Curtains rise"

Time to begin the act of your life.

When beauty is plucked from the roots
Originality drains from the veins.
Those with no sight of the world
Have no right to speak out.
Diversity is the only boundary to
The peace on Mother Earth.

Only when people learn
Will they be free.

Woe is Humanity!!

You may think that you are punishing me,
But that is just a ploy.
You see the one who is getting tricked is you.
I am just a second-hand smoker.

You can tell me to roll thirty addictive shells,
But I am not the one who is going to indulge in them.
You can smoke thirty a day.
I am not the one who is rotting away.

You can smoke the venom until they fill your veins,
But I am not the one who will die in less than ten years.

I will watch your teeth rot.
I will watch your lung fill with tar.
I will watch you until your last dying breath.

I do not know why, but there is something
Therapeutic about watching the smoke
Seep from your yellow teeth.

A Utopian world is a prediction made by hobos
On streets holding "the end is nigh" signs and preaching the faults of humans.
This prophecy will only be fulfilled, when the sun dies out,
Our world collides with the moon,
Inevitably causing a game of pool among the elite and impotent gods.

Love is a parasite,
You never know you have it until
It multiplies.
The symptoms of this bug are:
Irregular pulse, sweaty palms, butterflies in your stomach and
The lose of attention for the norms.
Your eyes will only be on your "true love."

But do not threat.
The parasite will pass out of your system
Once you realize the cruel reality
That has been passed down from many of your school mates;
No one will ever love you.