The weird ways

You are so blind,
when you think you are prooved
against anything bad,
'cause your belief is so strong.
where' s your saviour
for all incurable who fell sick ?
where' s this damned god,
to which they all daily pray ?
Where' s this damned god ?
Day by day,
you' re searching for an excuse.
day by day,
questions attack your godfearing soul:
"is there a saviour ?
is there something above all?
is it existing -
this realm of immortal love ?"
The weird ways of existance -
are driving you mad !
the weird wys of existance -
are piercing your soul !
"when i am dead am i in heaven,
or am i in hell ?
or is there nothing at all,
who is able to tell ?
the coffin, worms inside our flesh -
is that our destination ?
the rotten corpse inside a grave
led me to a hesitation !"
You are so blind,
when you think you are prooved
against anything bad,
'cause your belief is so strong.
where' s your saviour
for all incurable who fell sick ?
where' s this damned god,
to which they all daily pray ?