When life knocked at time, the eternal scale was born, made by right and wrong, with a fulcrum unstable and grim.
Light and darkness found their side, one god made the net of balance. He made the warmth when the sun is high in the sky
He made the Moon that dances with the Earth
He chose the strong cold of Winter
He decided a sound for the screams of Pain
He put the seed in our heads, the brain
He did cry clouds creating rain, rain
He chose who is the prey
He chose who is the killer
Why, why didn't he choose who lives or die?
Why? Why? He wasn’t able to leave the hunter starve and leave the prey free from her trap or leave her trapped to their sad fate.
He was a coward and left the choice to his sister that doesn't reflect or think
She is the queen of randomness.
A God can do everything but cannot have all under control.
He made a universe , perfect with infinity mechanisms
A God can do all, everything he want.
A God can make all around of all, in his omnipotence made life.
In every universe the wonderful creation is life over his control.
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