Author's Note: Enjoy. =)

What else is there?
We rip and we tear
And rub ourselves thin
For supposed
Results for our wear.
And so nothing comes
To lift our despair;
To takes us,
Embrace us -
Deliver repair.
We believe not in God
Or divinity's face,
But still in redemption
Of a temporal race.

It's rather a lie,
So won't you comply?
Conform to the learning of one's own mistakes.
It only takes
The limited sight of the cycle at hand,
The cyclical turn of events that demand
Our avid attention,
Accute apprehension,
The tension and stress
Of the mess
That only as humans could we ever command.