Forget the scuttlebutt, remove brashness.

I'm torn,
better not to be reborn,
life needs more than motivation,
wish to scour for more.

Why dead? Then why alive? What incumbent lies! How exuberant. That childhood. How foolish. My adolescence. Why even succumb to temptation when that itself only sinks into an abysmal joint?

How sweet. Tales of lies, trickling down ears. 10 twilights, 52 settings, intruding nights. If only the land of Milk and Honey would calm down. Insurgencies no matter what only comes in groups, not in a country steeped in antiquities! Why bother with missiles and weapons of destruction when death absconded? Just quit the ingenuous and greed surrounding the constitution. Give us a break and stop decades of sufferage and unjustified actions.