Truth.

In this world where fear and terror are subject to reign,
Where cries of joy and agony are morosely inseparable,
There seems no way to silence this pain.
I do not mock you as I whisper,
There are no pleasantries you, in this life may gain.
Emotion gropes around inside of our souls, our hearts, our minds,
Leaving us to manage thoughts left inhumane.
We strive to control them, these treacherous voices so full of hate.

In this world where love flirts with aberration,
Every beating heart eventually ceases to fulfill its purpose.
Everything fades, decays, is, in the end, an illusion.
And as unknown gods look down upon us and smirk,
We suffer to cope with delusion, confusion, even adoration.
We silently writhe underneath their merciless grasp
But in the end, with their condonation,
We evacuate this place of love and of hate.

In this world where spirits sullenly wander,
Shrieks of the deceased linger beneath the drums of our ears,
Cries of children whose lives had been squandered,
Shrill laughter of those who watched them perish, helpless.
The sobs of those who think their lives are a blunder
They haunt us as we roam their earth, oh, they drive us mad!
And our congested minds are left no room to ponder...
We despise this place of death and of hate.