The Rage Within

This comes straight from my soul (though I still believe its superficial).

Why are we here?
What are we here for?
Why us?
Why me?
Am I in some crazy mathematical world where everything is destined to occur regardless of any counter offensive?
Is there a source ( was there one anyways?)?
Who's the oldest of us all?
Is it time?
Is it music?
Or is it some hallucination which started with me and will end with me?
Has this World ( or whatever you might call it) been tailored by some probabilistic law to haunt me?
Is there an end?
Or it's just the beginning of a new episode?
Can there be good without badness?
Can there be truth without untruth?
Can there be beauty without ugliness?
Can something be known without the unknown?

Who made it all? ( Is this relevant by any means?)
Who's God?
Is he( why not SHE) Perfect?
Ain't he plain bored sitting up there?
Why the deuce is he sitting up there?
Why doesn't he reveal himself to the common folk freely?
Or is He the biggest political gimmick of mankind?
Does he peek into every private nook and cranny? ( that's mean or is it that he just gets tempted !!!)
He must be a master in archiving( Boy to maintain the data and account of a billion years)
Well who created him?
And who created that who?

It's getting weirder.
Finally what's Truth?
Are we it?