For the curse, upon us all
Freedom is the price to pay
Such is a day's life in society
The needles of time shall
Thread us through our fate
And we hold on so tightly
For the fear of our death
What matters most is Joy
The heaven sent happiness
Divinity in its birthright
But the conquest of emotions
Is by far a human tragedy
Relations can be poisonous
Blood is blood, to be sucked
Pressure of the social kill
The spirit within, of Light
A parody of feelings is us
Our way of life, civilized
Yet deceptive to the flesh
Is there an end, this maze
Of many conflicting passions
To regress from this society
By letting go of loneliness
Can we hope to rewrite fate
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