God

Where was god when we were busy crying,

Where was he when the demons crept out of the fiery pits of hell,

To torment and torture us,

Where was he when we had no one but the devil,

Who whispered softly to our ears,

Speaking truth so bitter,

We deemed them to be lies out shame,

Where was our maker,

When we gave in to our flaws and broken parts,

When we forsook our innate goodness,

For our darkest desire,

 

Wasn’t it he who promised that he would always be there for us,

In our darkest of nights,

And bleakest days,

But he isn’t,

He’s never there during our fights,

Trials and tribulations,

He doesn’t hold our hands and guides us,

Through the dark, twisted, and ever winding road of life,

Instead we are forced to troves this unclear path alone,

With the devil on her shoulders,

Plagued by the demons that follow us,

 

We didn’t forsake our god,

He forsook us,

By abandoning us in this world he created,

Not for us,

Or for our pleasure,

But for us to simply try to exist in,

From the ever moment we are born,

We struggle to keep our eyes open,

Only to inevitably shut them forever in the cold embrace of death,

 

God is not love,

Neither is he hate, Jealousy, sorrow or pain,

He is who he is,

And that is not a man,

Nor a woman,

He,

Being what he is,

Has every right to do whatever he wants,

His will is final,

And we,

Being like literal ants underneath his feet,

Must learn to come to terms and understand this fact,

 

God isn’t made for man’s satisfaction or pleasure,

He isn’t meant to serve or please,

So he can watch as the demons torment you,

And the devil sows the seeds of pain and misery in life,

And yet refuse to save you,

He has every right to do so,

After all,

He isn’t obligated to do so,

So you would be nothing less than a fool to expect such a thing from him,

You can pray all you want,

Praise his name from the peak of the tallest mountain,

Fast and pray,

For all the days of your life,

But if he chooses to do nothing,

Nothing you can do can change or alter he choice,

For he is god,

And you are not,

 

So my dearest brothers and sister,

Tell me,

What is the point of serving and praying to god,

Who in the end,

Will do as he pleases,

And whether it is to your advantage or detriment,

It matters not,

And if this is true,

What difference then will it truly make,

To walk our path through life alone,

Learn to face the devil and legions of demons that follow,

By ourselves,

On our own,

Without calling forth the name of the most high,

Knowing that in the end,

He will always do what pleases him.