Life
No qualms how you treat me; I'm just too soft,
And I've got lofty kindness, I'm patient.
But why? You me so hard and so much off,
And leave me ill as a constant patient.
Like I never deserve any fairness?
Or was my day cursed as from birth?
From much liquor, you're of extreme highness.
What's it worth then, if living is for death?
No season to believe any reason,
It's all chaotic dilemma and pain.
you life! For every past mal-season;
What's good to loose all good, would my soul gain?
you agent of , darn and you fate!
If I'm tested too sore, then what is faith?
-Arch Micheal-
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