THANATOS

Men still search for the ultimate answer

As a cold, bleak world spins faster and faster.

Their lives are torn;

Their nerves are worn;

And truth eludes them, like a flitting dancer.

They stumble blindly in their few short years,

Groping for happiness, finding fears.

Their faith is shaken;

They are forsaken;

And fate looks on with a knowing leer.

To think of peace on this wretched earth

Is vanity manifest—Satan’s mirth.

Here darkness reigns

With agony and pain,

To make strong men cringe and curse their birth.

Love is the answer.  Here you say

Lies the comfort for which we pray.

If this be true,

Then why so few

Who have searched for love and known it stay?

Then God is the answer.  He’ll show the way

To prepare my soul for a glorious day.

I want to believe,

But my heart grieves,

For I called on Him and He turned away.

The grave is the answer.  This way is best

To still the heartache within my breast.

Here is my peace;

I’ve found release;

I am young and I welcome death.