I let not the pain break me, I yeald it as it makes me.  A walking zombie asking who am I, but I am nothing.  From earth I whence came, and there in it I lay.  My soul begging mercy of this tourtured game.  I try yet cannot erase it.  Hieroglyphics of horror mark my spirit, shouting of hells all through it.  Abode of damned souls they say rest in hell, but what is hell but the very chambers our souls live in, or the land in which we imbrace.  I still cannot grasp the reason for the human race.  I wake up in the morning my life already shot to hell, wish I were dead instead of living another day and pretending all is well, but Im not it was only a thought.  I guess I will never understand why we are damned.  A nation doomed to suffer.  I look up to the sky above and wonder.