Is he right?

Question with question asked

Deep down inside in scribed

With letters black and strong embossed

With thought perhaps wrong thought?

Today possible is all

1000 words float

Yet I know, still stay

On the end of a too long way

Prayer by prayer played

But not a regular one

..... her is not just a word

And in her likeness she looks not to her prayers

Tonight I ask

Does life have the right

To throw away soulless souls with which I roam

The bottom of the body blackened by the mud

Shiny of the black sun’s shadow

The question again questions

Whether the slave

May ask, may doubt

Him

The Maker

Should he keep quiet, defiant and wait doubtfully

Until the sun suspects and lets the suffering.

Question had been asked

Deep in the head of the questioner

For the mass to tangled

For, perhaps, there is no luck

For the evil foreboding birds.

Yet, two will stay

That I know

Whether I got on this one before

Dead, or happy all alone.