Once, my dearest God flipped a coin in the air.
Why should it matter? Why should I care?
He told me: "Life shall be heads and death shall be tails."
He was choosing the doom of His dearest creature's fate.
"'Cause death is a waggle of destiny's tail," He said,
"…and life is nothing but a dream in a dreamer's head."
The coin sharply spun, shattering my soul in torture,
so I caught in the air the blade that decided my fortune,
for I believed that the reason I was meant to be free
was to be able to decide whether "to be or not to be."