Scourge

A single earth A billion lives Each one wanders These bleak grounds Suffer once more Born with remorse Blindly we follow This road with no course Torment reigning through each vein A rhythm to which hope holds no escape All minds deprived Of great delight Scour this sodom Existence to loathe We breath, we die, we rot In death we claimed our spot Natural disdain beings Nothing as a new beginning We stand in line for eternal rest We all linger a true mortal death Leave behind this bitter scourge All is born cursed