Oh Man

OH MAN: The livelihood of man is vainglorious, And his final home after death is unknown. Well, who is man that knoweth not himself, The man who is condemned by his fellows, That lack answers to mystical questions? Who actually is man, Whose body becomes conscious of nothing, When he's dead and gone? And his corpse only returns into soil, After been fed on by worms and termites? Oh man, you whose intelligence and dignity, Can never be identified by your skeleton, After you've passed away, And your shadow becomes an invisible module, Both day and night. Why are you selling your life for doom, By being enticed to this fading place, Instead of a good eternal place for your soul? Indeed, the story of man is futile, Especially, when his life is pinned to paganism. Peace....I'm out!