By: William Abel
entitled to death and no more the poor lay ravaged
disillusioned reality had brought this dissolution of vows
the reaper raps and laughs at the plea of the weak
put your faith in good and love and fate is what
life is but a final act in the beginning of existence
rested upon a truth failed and looking towards a promise
weak I resign to a fate of random chaos
but I am alive and still I dream and hope