and youll spoil it

the baby you name god

the righteous ones that has mutilated any chance for you to be happy...

and evolved you into the angry beast of the end

you are the horned animals of the end

the apocalypse of infinite

you all... the bald and the hollow angels

the birds that consumes the worm

you are all here

in this hell

trapped.

for you are greedy

coming into the land of hell to claim what's not yours...

you,, who said have created everything, but never completely attend to anything.

your suffering too

can only be expressed into the gods itself

and just like when dad forced you to man up your best

but really, worst are given to the worst.

and we all have shown only our worst

this world, is the limit of our perfect

and our causality

is forever, closed

death, would be like a simple door to freedom

freed from lies and angry people, angry weak people that will never amount to anything, but their own mirrors of finite madness.

and thus, is the peak of our divine comedy

of jealousy and inability to entertain our peak

inability to achieve our best

and in denial...we beg the only one

who has given us trials

and it will answer nothing but with its own madness

and here be, where the good and evil suffer.

this material world, where nothing ends, for it is too lonely.

and we suffer forever.

enjoy while it lasts.

afterall,

what else can you do?