It is what it is

The fault lies not with the fate..
For even the stars die in the end..
We reap what we sow..
Oblivion and endless sorrow..
It is what it is..
A sword that doesn't cut..
A wound that doesn't hurt..
Stains! Stains! Stains of ichor..
Or is it the soundless cries..
Drowned in gold liquor..
The shame of a sinful soul..
It is what it is..
A fire that devours water..
A demon that devours laughter..
A God that isn't there..
Just the faith in the songs of life..
Just another meaningless prayer..
Sung by the blind..
It is what it is..
The changers have changed..
The free have been chained..
The angels burn in a fire..
The martyrs of the world ..
Slowly sink into a quagmire..
Of the world's follies galore..
It is what it is..
The fault lies not with the fate..
For the fate lies in our own hands..
We reap what we sow..
Oblivion and endless sorrow..
It is what it is..