Trapped within a cage of ways of thought we can't escape...

Prisoners of so-called “truths” and notions we can't break...

The circle is eternity, but someday we must die...?

Victims of the serpent's fangs, or just victims of lies...?

Someday we must surely die...?

Someday we all surely die, alone...?



A fly within a spider's web, their fate is surely is sealed...?

The threads of fate from which the web was woven seem so real...

For life to linger ever on it must be fed by death...?

The suffering and sadness that comes with our final breaths...

Someday we must surely die...?

Someday we all surely die, alone...?



A ray of hope within a book that hopes to set us free...

'Til death we're all still prisoners though, still trapped within this thing...?

All the suffering and death we're told must sustain life...

From it can we ever be freed, or only once we die...?

Someday we must surely die...?

Someday we all surely die, alone...?