Poem: Dead Life

A life of determinism

Is a life without choice

Which is a life of illusionism

That coerces your voice

Free will is taken

From beginning to end

Which leaves us forsaken

From our natural dividends

So is life in mutiny?

Within our many coming upshots

If fate renders our destiny

To create us as robots

If life is about an uncontrived event

Then may us marry a male wife

As life is nothing but a forced environment

Life is nothing but a dead life

- Max