The end of the world, at least as we know it

 This is the mantra of those not earth bound

 They are the chosen, they are the martyrs

 The ones who deciphered the meaning of life


 The privileged dead

 Are you privileged?


 The world's at its end and we don't even know it

 This is a mantra for those left behind

 Alive and still breathing, hurting while dreaming

 Unlike the ones who are not still around


 The privileged dead

 Are you privileged?


 The more I dig into it

 Questions are raised

 Life should be cursed

 Death to be praised