Pain level 9

( don't worry, it's just a poeme)

oh death take me from this wretched plane
crack my mind into glowing starsand again
give me no more years of tormented empathy
let go my pulse and grant eternal end to me
Creation hath filled itself with foul contemptibly wild beasts
who think themselves better than everything else that they see
They kill each other for no damned reason at all
Tear themselves down to pretend to stand tall
They speak lies of compassion, progress and humility
while burning the skies, and destroying all of the seas
They enslave, rape and murder their own children!
Oh death when will you take me away from them?