The Burden of Sorrow

Am I the invention of hatred? Or was hatred born in me? Life delivered by indifference Callous to suffering Progress that is fueled without purpose An engine of entropy Built with detail yet still left heartless Like a machine Some accept that there is no point But we still learn to survive Death's the only means that we have to move on and refine The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy A seemingly cruel process leaving us with so much pain And even one small moment of pleasure is from countless hours of misery The invention of hatred The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy Am I the invention of hatred? Or was hatred born in me? Life delivered by indifference Callous to suffering You can remove good and evil But we're still left with the burden of sorrow It would be battle if there were even two sides at war The invention of hatred The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy The truth appears to be empty We face chaos and entropy Chaos Chaos and entropy

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 25, 2025

I am surrounded by the people that are constantly talking about death and hell But few of there privileged masses can even say that they have been there Clothed in fake beauty and armed with entitlement, rotting on the inside Nothing we devour can rid of pain, nothing we prepare for will ever eliminate death I have seen a child die Bleed out In need of a simple hand While i was only steps away I would not wish these images upon even my greatest enemy The battle remains in our minds as hell resides in my memories I was only steps away Held back by my fear Bleed out while we sit and stare Bleed out held back by our fears The hope in all of this is death, the one thing we innately fear We will one day rest Because this body will no longer exist No longer exist Bleed out while we sit and stare Bleed out held back by our fears

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025

Guilt and fear have led us to believe It's comforting to think someones in control Even if it is one of our enemies So long as their is some type of order to follow Something to fight against But our minds well never be free Until we accept there is no such thing Rest in the arms of a paralyzed beast Full speed ahead on an unguided ship Turbulent waters take us to new places Be utterly frightened until you can quiver no more And only then will peace set it Rest in the arms of a paralyzed beast Full speed ahead on an unguided ship The answer to our questions is one that few of us accept We cling to stories instead of unbiased history As our means to explain what we are unwilling to face We search for a simple answer to beauty before we embrace The deeper truth that unwinds through complexities Intricacy is the saving grace To an otherwise sadistic creation Each twist and turn Providing reason for a savage past Turning mercilessness antiquity Into unimaginable anticipation And only then will peace set it Rest in the arms of a paralyzed beast Full speed ahead on an unguided ship

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025