In a world amongst the untrue, the wrongful, the two-faced; pseudo reality is taunting at humankind insolently.
To have faith, to be hopeful, to believe; only for them to trash and scatter what you've been believing in.
The betrayed, the deceived, the deceitful; carelessly and mercilessly succumbed upon their sins. Arrogantly looming upon all, unknowing and forgetful of those who sang prayers at dawn for them.
The smiles, the tears, the two-faced; o' the mighty entities everyone praised, not even Judas would have the nerve. It's a shame humankind is a fool; easily played and toyed with.
The denial, the anger, the bargaining, the depression, the acceptance; five stages of grief that I learned, only to know that I could never master.
The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak. The body is hollow, for the soul is in sorrow.