The Gift of Life


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.

  • Author: davmor73 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2024 14:53
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