Yes, I resent the gift of life,
its fake facade as heaven-sent
that masks the endless pain and strife.
Yes, I resent
being thrown into a cosmos bent
on breaking souls by aeons rife
with blood and falling kingdoms sent
by Satan and his demon wife
to crush all hopes and blessings lent
by broken gods who gave us life,
which I resent.
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