This is a bit of a forum game, but at the same time it has the capacity to result in a bit of poetry, so it goes here. I'm going to supply a line of poetry, and the following poster is to create a poem using the line I gave as their first. Along with their poem, they supply a line for the next person to write poetry on. No restrictions on the type of line or poetry; just keep the line open ended.
When will the pain stop and let death come in? When you have stopped to contemplate and atone for all your sin. Why is there suffering in this world, if there should be a God? If there was no God here, then good is a facade. The world is all there is; there can be nothing more. If there is nothing to die for, what is there to live for?