The loss

What good does a man get
By ruling us all
What good does it bring
When lost his own soul
What makes the grass greener
On your neighbors lawn
What makes a mans cross lighter
When there equal to all
What joy does it bring to see others in pain
Why feeling relived when we say things in vain
Why the forbidden fruit in the garden
Tastes sweeter then all
The great garden of eden

I have lost my soul
Your grass is greener then mine
Its been the whole time
My cross is too heavy
I desire your suffers
I like it in vain
Your apple stings in my throat
I am the loss
I am the loss
I am the pain