Where have we come from and where shall we go?
Where have we come from to this prison life,
petty, lightning fast and too short,
where an emperor is as confined as a thief?
Where shall we go once we are beyond
the point of no return, a sudden death,
even on a cozy bed, as violent,
as it’s on a cruel desert land?
Are we here to please or repay the divine debt?
Can we ever have the minimum gratitude
required to justify all the things we have been
consuming with absolutely no cost at all?
What is the purpose of our genesis,
marked for chaos and bloodshed by the angels of God?