It's all fake.
A waste.
A taste of purpose,
But a gulp of knots .
Of rotting flesh,
A useless mess.
Artificial cool-aid,
Flavor unknown.
Endless make-up,
A show for the ages.
Nothing is real,
Filled with ******* pages,
Of explanation,
That doesn't mean a thing.

Let's make a purpose,
Show how strong we can be,
Let's just do it,
and keep on pretending.