Sometimes i ask myself, “Does it really matter whether you die or live in vain?”
All the troubles that you went through, will they ever be a gain?
I know, i have been fallacious and can be wretched
Vexation had me, and agony always said,
I now feel futile, and glee was a lost cause
subtle to the death, i catechize and frowned.
All my life, i lived like a buffoon, liable to the alliance.
If widespread power lies in my hand, i will be the cause to obliteration,
which will be shrieked, ‘The End.’