We have been condemned to suffer this life
A seemingly endless cycle of pain
Enslaved in our bodies, longing the day
In which our souls could reach their demise
What's the point?
Of carrying a life of concerns
Shrouded in all of our thoughts
Yearning in vain
To reach for a life after death
Just to repeat it all over again
Why should we be afraid
Of encountering death?
If it would end with
All of our grief
Trapped into this racking idea they portrayed
Of living a life we can barely take
Bearing with sorrow, deception and fear
And waiting for a paradise that's nowhere near
What's to come?
Just an echo of our past
There's no end
Unresting decay of our life
Why should we be afraid
Of encountering death?
If it would end with
All of our grief
It would be absurd
To not be able to rest
And be caught in a
Forever doomed existence
Been suffering endlessly for too much time
Without a relief
Worrying about what might come after this life
Reaches its end
Every step that we give bring us closer
To our decease
So why wouldn't it be the end
If the only way we could rest is to die
Wanting to end this life
So we could rest
In the cold arms of death
We should be
Willing to lay down so we could give our last breath