Death

   Digging our graves,
Were having a blast.
   These lives that we live,
Aren't meant to last.
 
   Drowning out, 
All the earths cries.
   Not even caring,
We won't get a prize.

   Our hope will soon perish,
We will hang from the trees,
   God will then leave us,
And all life shall cease.

So great!
So funny!
Don't leave me here, honey.
Oh well.
Whatever.
I care? Oh never.