We never, had to live a life of pain and suffering, it came with the glory of a perfect day, we sipped of anger and amused ourselves with pride we forgot that life would torment the, ones with content, even if we never really, deserved it.
Cloistered in ones circuit cell, unable to escape convenient hell, and extol the extracted things, that burned of origami flightless birds, to betray with malice the offered tongue, yet no fair play so none have won.