What's the point of celebrating my Resurrection? Ain't nothing gonna bring back the lost time or good times ever again...

Here is a poem I just wrote regarding how I personally feel about that which you are all so impressed with.. Here goes..

Risen but broke no friend or family to call thy own
Risen but all alone in a cold world which feels not thy own
Risen but broken like a political prisoner in a federal prison risen...
Well fuck that for a cosmic joke..
All I can do is sit here and toke on a smoke without a hope of redemption or reparation for the grand life of mine this evil state has taken..
Risen...

What the fuck is the point of one rising when iv done timeless and endless stretch in hell and 20 years has passed in reality and the world is a whole new kind of fucked up strange place to be especially alone and without any help from any but thyself... Fuck this so called risen.. You all need to pay for your sins against me is what would start bringing some hope to this shitty experimental experience..