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Life is far to evil,

It has nothing to balance.

It grabs you,

And then it won’t let go,

Until it has squeezed everything it can from you.

Then you are left with only your thoughts.

The voices screaming in your head.

Hopelessly you wonder through this perverted existence.

Nothing is right, all is wrong

How can life have meaning?

When you mean nothing to life.

It is nothing but a whirlpool,

That drains energy not water.

And as you lay lifeless

Watch all around you melt.

It clicks in your head like a trigger on a gun.

Everything is lost,

Has been for a while.

It can't be won,

No one can win.

How can something so disturbed,

Unhealthy,

Soulless,

Heartless,

Fearful,

Disgusting,

Vengeful be called existence?

It is not existence.

It is punishment.

It is for existing that we are punished.

We all start with life,

Then we are striped.

Of our hopes

Our dreams

Then when we think we'll be left in pity,

It takes that which is most important.

and without pity or second thought

Our lives are kicked.

Repeatedly kicked.

Until we are but hanging on by a thread.

Then it mocks us.

Laughs with out as much as a hint of conscience.

Then finally the pity comes and life is snuffed.