“Love, not hate, this life that I made, And My world where you now parade, They’re good, not bad, this please know, One day, the truth of this I’ll clearly show. "This life you might sometimes detest, But know that it’s surely for your best. I know that’s not always what you feel, But all this to You one day I'll reveal. Yes, one day, when the time’s just right, All most good it’ll appear in your sight.”

From Him we came, to Him we’ll return, Then from Him we’ll all be made to earn Just recompense for our deeds on Earth, Since when here He made us take birth, Right till when here we breathe our last, Our full stay on Earth, this entire past. Maybe that’s what this brief life is for, No need is there to say anything more.

The only thing for you to attain Is to not come back here again.

It could well be the case That the look of our face And our body’s shape and size Are all a result (so I surmise) Of the vibrations we generate, That from within us emanate, So that winsome, ugly or plain, By this theory we can explain.