"The sad truth is that the truth is sad"
I'm the product of an unjust world—
Of a world which cannot love,
Where compassion is no fashion,
Forgotten by Above.
All who follow follow fools,
Lost within a mire,
Caught within a fog so thick and dark,
Reality cannot transpire.
Love does not exist, merely the illusion,
Striking some lucky dreamers
With a vision of delusion.
Reality is loss, absence, distrust;
Love in reality is merely lust.
Reality is death, theft and rape,
And love's as weak as transparent tape.
And those who know the truth
Never find their peace,
As the mockeries to list
Never seem to cease.
From promises to friendship,
From art to love,
Perversion has destroyed it all,
From us below, to Him Above.