For there is life, there's death
For there is pain, there's strength
But why is there life, why pain?
Why must dreams remain vain?
For there's love, there is hate
Why do we find joy in what we negate?
For there's anger, there is hope
Crime of passion, with gun or rope
If ignored, forms misanthrope
If abided, it's done blinded
Let there be death,
Resist no more
So then may the
Miserable rest.
But don't force death
Let there be life
So that they go,
When it's their time
Sep 8, 2019
Sep 8, 2019 at 5:16 AM UTC
For there is life, there's death
For there is pain, there's strength
But why is there life, why pain?
Why must dreams remain vain?
For there's love, there is hate
Why do we find joy in what we negate?
For there's anger, there is hope
Crime of passion, with gun or rope
If ignored, forms misanthrope
If abided, it's done blinded
Let there be death,
Resist no more
So then may the
Miserable rest.
But don't force death
Let there be life
So that they go,
When it's their time
