The life of the dead.

Life is so unfair,
Nobody will ever care,
No one will ever see,
We will never fully be,
For what are we without love?
Paralyzing soaring doves,
The sun is covered by our greed,
Off of which this evils feeds,
The rainbow's promise left unheard,
We silence the singing bird,
Hate is all we want to learn,
And we wonder why we burn!
How can we be so blind?
We find it too hard to be kind!
Oh how we deserves God's wrath!
For so deliberately choosing this evil path!
We say there is no hope,
We say we're bound by too strong a rope,
We don't see this is what we chose,
Pricked by the thorn of an enchanthing rose,
We struggle for every breath,
In this world so full of death,
Anger, sorrow, greed, and dread,
These things fill the life of the dead.