We are destined for the

We are destined for the inferno

Are we?

Nobody really knows.

We all do not know

But we all know that we will say goodbye

We are all aware that we die

Death is liberty, the prison breaker

It delivers us from this imprisonment, resentment

It brings invigoration, direction, satisfaction, enlightment

For only in death have I found true enlightment

But Death is hated and percieved as an enemy

Not seeing it as the way out of this hell on earth

We all complain, suffering in pain

Nothing to gain in this life a bargain

Your own soul is your own friend

Your own fall is your own end

Your own foul is your own fault

Let this prison of flesh rot.