por que

por que estamos aqui? por que vivemos para onde vamos? o que acontece depois de morrer?
por que sofremos? por que amamos? pra que isso? onde estamos? para onde vamos? quem somos?
por que sentir? are you mocking us? are you malevously playing with the devil for our souls? like a big board game? why this? why now? why do we feel? when we die we go to another dimension? we can pick the dimension? if i want can i spend the rest of eternity in a wild giant green field with birds singing? or come back to haunt not dead yet people? why do we eat? why do we shit? why do we shit solid? why are we here, like this, right now? why to suffer? why to love? why do you do this to us like this? why this way? why did it ended up like this? don't even look up he/she is not in your roof . you could talk to us. you could just get down from the sky and answer. you might be thinking of that. we've been demanding jesus to come back for centurys so we could make up for our mistakes. mistakes?! i say just kill us all and give that magic feeling to our poor painful hearts. the full magical understanding of all things and the happiness for forgiveness.