When teh end comes

None of my stuff rhymes, it's just an attempt to express what I'm feeling.

trudging through the trenches
taking on the beast with an emotionless face
welcoming it's satanic grimace every day
singing hello world
following the countless animus that present themselves
i know it's a lost cause every time
but setting ones self up for disaster is one way to humble

despondent we still continue to try and aspire others
to accept the bare truth and take it for what it is
a lie forged to keep the simple minded going
to keep the weak from becoming distraught
but why are we fighting to carry on this ritual?

sometimes i wonder if I'm the only one who sees this
this desultory life we live
we live for the moment for the passion for the rush
but nothing ever comes from it
long fought battles for rights and equality
for peace and for dominance
they will do you no good
anything that is certain has proven that anything uncertain will fail
when your heart stops
that's the end

Losing my faith in spiritual powers
losing my faith in those around me
losing my faith in humanity itself
losing faith in myself
riches, fame, glory
what will they do for you once you've stopped
what's the pint of living through this constant disappointment









But then again Love changes everything