Faith Writes the Life of Lies

Life is no solution, a total waste of time
We spend out days in agony still looking for a rhyme
Life is like a story, so blank yet full of lies
Life is all by fate, the one who never cries

A genius of ambition, no love but full of hate
The lonely drama prodigy, none other than supreme fate
Faith writes the life of lies, the story like a graph
The life of abstract torture, is just its second laugh

The writer writes with feelings, no plans and no divisions
The story bleeds the heart, the blood in one’s own visions
Faith writes the life of lies, the pieces are but blind
With no control and not a comment, fate grasps up with its bind

The tears and suffering we face, is faith’s own brand of humor
The happiness and delicate smile, none other than a rumor
Faith writes the life of lies our pain fuels it as food
The writer gives events, which happens without moods

The desperate human desire, its own free will soars high
The innocent life of dreams, can reach a top the sky
Though faith a heartless writer, no thought of human mind
The victim trapped by faith, has longed to break the bind