Is it written in the stars?

Has it already been decided?

Are we paying for some crime?

Did some one decide our fate so long ago?

Is that all that we are good for?

Are we really worth nothing – as someone once told me.

Just a stretch of mortal time

Are we just a waste of time?

Or some god's experiment

Did He just one day decide, that he would create people to toy with?

In which we have no say

And no matter how much we plead…

In which we live in paradise

…We will always continue to bleed.

But only for a day…

But enough is enough

God, please, I beg, stop.