This damned malaise,
Stripping cohesive thought
Reduced to moments,
Repeated, repeated, repeated
Until the next diversion,
The next humiliation,
The next terror.
How could a loving God invent such torment?
Or, with our limitless free will
Did we bring it on ourselves?
Blast this wretched condition to Hell,
With all the pitiful attempts to avoid it
And all the head games played to ignore it.
Blast it all to Hell!