I resent this existence.
Which we display.
Mans stupidity.
Is destined to alter the way.
In this world of depression.
Joy turns to saddness.
Limits our horizons.
Hinders all progress.

~R e v i v e~

Life is so demeaning.
I feel inferior.
Who are we to cast stones.
At our creator.
We must all live again.
We've been deprived.
To see a better day.
But that times not yet arrived.

~R e v i v e~