Whistling With the Wind

Never do anything and nothing is done Never love anyone and no one is loved Never believe in something and everything is believed Do I hate life or does life hate me Do I fear life of does life fear me Do I hide life or does life hide me Do I deny life or does life deny me What is life but an illusion of time Just seconds of the Age of man Just a breathe from the nostrils of God Meaningless for the future was decided For nothing we do nothing we say Nothing we believe can change Destiny It is Finished Life is hollow empty and broken We are scavengers on the scabs of life Boasting in self worth Preaching in defiance Mocking our souls Deveining our spirits Lingering in our wallow We evolved into blemishes on the skin of Time Soon to be scratched away is dust in the wind We live in our secure graves of fear Worshiping youth and yearning for gold Numb our minds hard our hearts Living as lifeless blobs fed on technology We died before we are born Death is bored Dying is easy and welcomed Dying is induced Human race cancers into oblivion The gates of Eden are rusted and fallen The Garden is a patch of weeds Surrounding a dead stump Whose remnants of bark Hold a shed snake skin Whistling with the wind...