Some people claimed to know me, some people claimed they don understand me.
well, which is which doesn't really matter.

For i didn't understand the world and myself.
Once i was in the world, and were out of the world.
And now not sure in or out of the world.

Who know me? And who don't know me?
Only He who is both the world, knows.
Yet He choose to keep silent,
Till the day I gave up.

He loves seeing us suffer,
For suffering is meant something to Him.
And only those who fails means nothing to Him,
And those who succeed are the chosen one.

The cross-bearer, or the sin-bearer.
The Shepherd or the Wolves.
Who shall we follow then?