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