Cor cordis...

Why does HE always win in the end?
Why does EVERYTHING belong to HIM?
Why does HE take souls whenever HE likes?
Why is HE that strong...?
And why -and how- should we get through all this pain?
If we were made to obey You, may, then, our Guardian Angels chase you for all your life, oh Gracious Omnipotent.
And may we live our own, until the very end.

Sometimes, I wish I could voice FUCK YOU to heaven - two poor words carrying rich feelings. You self-centred part of nature! Because you deserve nothing more than we do.

Στο δρομολόγιο αυτό δε διάλεξα ν' ανέβω! Τι δουλειά έχω εγώ μ' αυτά, τι γυρεύω; Σταματήστε κάπου εδώ, να κατέβω...