Cursed Existence - Implore

What’s the porpose of it all

And where does it come from

Particles in the air

Moving without pattern

There’s need to put

Order in chaos

Aware of

Inevitable death

We are anti-matter

And existential dread

The best for us would’ve been

If we were not born at all

We are unworthy

Of the gift of life

We made hell

Out of paradise

Despise and reject

Humanity in this form

Causing only

Contempt and scorn

Aware of

Inevitable death

We are anti-matter

And existential dread

There are no answers

For questions

There is no understanding

For cosmic measures

As you were

The human animal

There was no goal in life

As you evolved from the son of man

You need meaning

A reason to be alive

Keep seeking for the answers

Or believing the lies