Less than goodwill

The shore’s bright and the shrine’s inviting

The chill is warm and comforting

Like a sweaty hug thats hard.

A drill goes on and on

It seeks but never finds

Infinity, we achieve

And ignore

Blood, we fear. 

Our life, we fear.

They kill lives to save a heartbeat

We cheer and shed bitter tears of joy

The hard day is nearly over

The bed that’s far from this prison, locked in hell

Invites me over

My bones are tired

My blood is thrilled

We race towards the finish line

and find ourselves exactly where we started.