Have you ever wonder,

If God is an artist,

Whom fond of laughters,

Of rident faced souls,

Have You ever wonder,

Why God painted the skies in cobalt during days,

Before smothering them in melanoid colors of the blind,

When the night comes,

Have you ever wonder,

Why God decided to enwrap our souls,

In this fragile wrappers,

Made of scarlet mirth,

We called skins,

Or why did He planted this beating clockwork,

Into our chest,

Have You Ever Wonder,

Why He'd made us flawed and imperfect,

With stodgy appearances?

Have You Ever Wonder Why?

Did he made us an alienated creatures,

Who carry a river of tears in our eyes,

And a lifeless monster that constantly beats deep inside?