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I wonder how can these things be;
I wonder where the King of kings lives;
The birds should know, the aeroplanes;
They fly so close to heaven’s gate.

I wonder why He made the world;
And put we puppets here;
And why He made some black, some white;
I think it’s so unfair.

The people of the world are divided, true;
And psychologically too;
Some absolutely sane;
Some perfectly insane;
Some  for five minutes each day.

Why won’t death ever name its price;
What happens after people die;
which one’s real, which is an illusion;
The life we live now or the one to come?

I wonder why some poor folks have long life;
While some are rich and can’t buy life;
Some do not wish to be alive;
But these have long lives too…

I wonder why some don’t believe;
That the planet’s end is near;
Maybe they fear;
Or just don’t care;
If Christ is coming here.
This is how it may appear;
But this is never true;
‘Cos inwardly they fear n dread;
The whole judgment affair.

Good things happen to bad people;
Bad things happen to good people;
What can I say about this insanity;
Vanity upon vanity, all is vanity.



My name is Danyel Onkar but pronounce that as FHANTHOM… I welcome you to my little corner as I make sure essence meets presence. I’m here every Friday so feel free to drop in… The doors will be open. Just incase you have made the cyber upgrade from facebook to twitter: Follow moi @fhanthom…. Shikena


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