our shackled bodies will remain rotting under piles of blood and steel, as our captors maintain their sick heavenly grim. no spirit breaks free from a tormented body. now all i feel is fear. through broken soil no life can thrive, water these crops so you'll watch them die. the cycle of pain drains much more than creates, it takes down what would matter the most in the end, so refrain from establishing this rotten crystallization of a self, striving is a waste. let life drain away. let the numbness of existence take over all your limbs and finally stop striding.
"I think about life and feel pure hate about being trapped here on this earth. Envying all deceased souls who've passed on from this ruined plane. My dormant hours are filled with fear, my waking hours I will not face. All will to life has expired"