Stress
Life is but the blink of an eye...
But what's the worth, living to die?
You see my breath is far too weak,
my mouth is unable to speak.
I push hard now, through such a hell.
But is it worth, living to tell?
The deaf ears of my dying peers.
Even if it may take some years,
We all die hell's not worth living
Work we do is not forgiving
For as much as we try, as much as we continue to push through such a hell, there is no worth to it. There is no good that is good enough for perserverence through a living of pain. Especially given that our pain will have no true effects on this plane of exhistence...
But what's the worth, living to die?
You see my breath is far too weak,
my mouth is unable to speak.
I push hard now, through such a hell.
But is it worth, living to tell?
The deaf ears of my dying peers.
Even if it may take some years,
We all die hell's not worth living
Work we do is not forgiving
For as much as we try, as much as we continue to push through such a hell, there is no worth to it. There is no good that is good enough for perserverence through a living of pain. Especially given that our pain will have no true effects on this plane of exhistence...