There is nothing we can do
Fighting the endless passage of time
All knowing we eventually have to die

Images of our corpse alone and rotting
Leaving nothing behind but faded memories
The people we knew dying off as we watch

So we ignore the fatality rate
Up till we must see our loved ones gone
Morbid thoughts packed upon depression
The Sky shall darken and they all whisper
For any anger or joy shall be fire and lightning

The set for destruction usually doesn't awake
For the masks are slipped off and set aside
For the star of the performance is the gone
And the gone still watch our performance

But we not know heavens embrace
None have truly been gone to return
For the land of the dead is eternal
But life will only last so long

So why waste time begging for more
Why waste those precious rays of gold
Why punish yourself for being
Why suffer when you've been gifted

Though thoughts are thoughts
We are our own
Not all believe there is god to behold
Not even I for it's frightening

Yet I still hope
I've prayed a couple times
In the light as I wished or cried
I never believe and yet I call

I'm quite damned
But aren't we all?