Why Are We Condemned To Die

I seem troubled by many questions regarding this existence and it's purpose that enriches or impoverishes lives; from joyful birth to dreary death one goes rambling through phases either happy or sad that cling to the cortex of memory; and whenever loneliness revives them with images, one thought comes to mind: we are constantly wrestling with destiny. Why are we condemned to die, knowing no love, only hate... destroying whatever is beautiful with no greatness to achieve? Why was death cast upon us? These rebellious minds must percieve another reason why God gave us the good laws we shoudn't forsake. Even happiness is a concept not easily realized, it can be achieved with deceiving schemes; it'll be delusional and too short-lived. There's a false Heaven we see through a telescope of allusion: it's promised by Satan doing what is wrong to defy God's intention. Why are we condemned to die? Doesn't this thought frighten us thinking of life's briefness and the time we are given? Why do we resent holiness? Do believers have a scope? It's their faith and trust in God: two reasons for hope! Written on 4/8/2017