Grandmothers with pink hair
teaching me how to deal with troubles.
when  will I acknowledge that pray is the  
ultimate form of self-rescue?

As persuasive as they were,
they have put me in a situation
where I strongly hesitated.
It seems like fixing my teeth
after a month full of sinning.

As I could not believe
where my eyes dragged me to.
Craved for Gods to make
a human out of me...


So blinded by the cheerful laughs
cried out by the names of many skies
my God, I find him mostly unique
my star brightest in the forgotten solar system.