The soul choking has long since died
With whatever gods there may be,
Not one tear has said to have lied
Nor will unto eternity.

The fates have laughed and laughed so hard
That their insides have torn up mine,
They seem to have played each card
So well and even won from time.

The news of humanity’s farce
Has blackened all of weak hope,
That was taken from some god’s arse
With no guarantee of any scope.

Humans lie and cheat and kill,
No one thinks of the world now,
And there can’t be any chance still
For even Man’s defeatist bow.

The strong survive as the weak sink,
No chance for a romantic mind;
Who has the time to feel or think
Who has the time to look behind?

But you must and I speak to you
Let go of your belief and try,
Give love a chance and hope, too,
Hold them now, though they die.