Is it at our ties of string.

Are we puppets willing to dance for our masters but only to amuse them?

Do we hurt, cry, even feel the happiness or rage life has given us?

The world dying from our own impurity but nothing seems to change it, killings, abduction, drug abuse, and all the other things that make us sick or puts us on the edge of the cliff ready to fall at anytime?

What is life like when we die would it be peaceful, demons rip us from limb to limb, or we just find nothing but us in enternal sleep only to wake up somewhere cold or alone.

Life isn't fair that is one word that says it all and is true, we are blind to see a truth or a light given at hand at the end it will all go away.

=Is this the end?=