Is there something you believe in?
Is there anything you think is verity?
How does this world treat your dreams,
When you face the ash and terror of reality

Lustful, greedy, hatred souls,
Millions of them, trying to reach their own goals,
They’ll put all others into dirt
And sell their own mothers for a piece of sparkling ****

Would you’ve really wanted to be born again,
Into this world of horror and demonic pain,
Seems that God has long ago forsaken this cell
And Satan rules in his newly born Hell

Would you really want to live in this agony and misery,
When you learn that nothing is an axiom, a verity,
No morality’s left and none follows
In the future light of the suicidal merrows

Ice drifted through the water
Though no current was detected
No bird winnowed the air
All seemed to be still
But yet only the snow fell
In the water still were the merrows
Buildings we passed had underlit windows
Death’s icy grasp was on this land deep down to the marrows
Though he was tranquil the land was harrowed
He saw his breath
Over the Lake
And in the reflection of the water
He saw the face of death