Why was the world created?

Why was heaven named

with all the glory

of those legendary famed?

When hell is just known

by the one known of sins

to create a balance

of all world’s rins

Why do we wonder on

through misery and hate

through the proof life and the con

is it just the twisted sickness of fate?

Is this all we were made for?

When does our journey end?

will life go on forever?

will God always be our friend?

Is there a name to make frame?

or can it be any name

that makes you friend or foe

to bring you honor or shame?

Would any rose smell sweeter

if known by a different name?

what would we call a meter

to cross to someone else?

why was everything created?

we know not of how or when or who or what

just that it is for it’s own sake

we know nothing but that blood will fall from the cut