Who knew that our hearts will be rent asunder,
By the ever flowing changes of the brook of time?
Whereas here we lie, prostrate before your very Altar,
Asking you, imploring you, why... why... why?
We gave in to dreaming what we can foresee as the best,
Yet, the world you made suddenly chased it away,
The flowers now burn in the eternity of impossibility,
Never giving us hope, never giving us rest,
How then, does the thunder managed to sneak in the silence
Of the room we filled with our vestigial love and budding friendships,
And the lightning struck us one by one, and left us like
Paralyzed corpses without breath, without sense?
There was never enough time, there was never enough of it,
The sands fell too quickly before we could even say a word
That matters to the other, what then would You have us do,
My God, My Lord, the one who claims to see us bit by freaking bit?
Damn the landscape of our lives, the pixels of life have teared us apart,
And our understanding, seizing in the whirlpool of chaos,
Life! What is Life? How can we offer you our lives,
If in our own eyes, we see only those who depart?
How can you allow such things then, my God, to occur to those who are good,
And ask them to offer a life of cruelty to the Will of your obscure Eternity?
Tell us, I implore.
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