LIFE is a prison, we all are trapped in jail,
unwilling to accept it but we know LIFE is hell,
with four walls and four corners, we're confined to a cell,
we "ex-cape" though imagination but even dreams awake to a yell,
like cowboy's saliva, we're just spat in a pale,
when our minds are computers and our brains are fast like Dell,
yet we still past out "rocks" like Sam Cassell,
when will we meet our destruction, only time can tell,
we look at our LIFE like a empty well,
completely gone, nothing left, confined in hell...
 
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