"Alone"
Cultural drones, afraid of being alone.
Compact are the ways of societal dismay.
The world is a playing ground.
For which god had made to play around.
We matter not to he, nor the philosophical decrees.
Just pawns, looked down upon.
An imperfection, made to be sheep with no expression.
No exception, that's the key to our emotional perception.
Emotional satisfaction with thee' our omniscient being of divinity.
Unable to see our declining faith, unable to see his perfect face.
No longer on pace with the human race.
Emotionally pith'd, he could have interfered.
Never fear, we've counted the years.
You should have never left.
Our world is now wrecked.
"Look at me now, are you proud of your precious child?"
Cry out, "I DOUBT."
We lie in disgrace, twilight tears shunning our race.
Alone on a planet with no escape, our impending fate.
We are no more but ashes in a fire, looking back on our past desires.
Our lives are a facade of lies.
He deserves to die.
In our beds we lye faced with the truth.
"I no longer want to be with you."
He leaves us, a pity to see his dust.
Alone, he rusts.
Oxidized by us.
From this we are founded.