Pelle Palem Panthou

You made the universe
But you had left the purpose
Now on my own
All I can do is to make a clown
Out of the things you told me you wanted me do
Out of the things you told me you wanted me not to do
And the circus is getting boring
Tell me there is some meaning in dying
And I will leave
With the narrative
With a story
So funny
So fuck off.