"What's This Life For" we've contemplated evermore
longing to know eats feverishly at our inner core
All interpretations fall far short of sound
maybe in death reason for being is found

An Almighty proclaimed to have given life to humanity
a supposed "Gift" he knew was bound to be a calamity
Reality proves life is many things but a gift it is not
It's consistent heartache culminating six feet under to rot

It's sinister to give a "Gift" filled with constant sorrow
and assure joy is something we can occasionally borrow
He commanded we abide by rules knowing it wasn't feasible
some were obvious but expecting compliance to all unreasonable

What was the point of human existence beyond Adam and Eve
one sin warranted his decision 'humanity must forever grieve'
Putting all faith in a book of fairy tales is arduous at best
and never questioning what you can't see...surely you jest

Why create a life you predetermined to be an agonizing chore
all I've said raises the unanswerable "What's This Life For"