Letter to God
I must confess
For my sins
I will profess
There have been many
I have done wrong
I won’t deny
But I have thought
Of every sin I had ever commit
Every rightful deed I did omit
And I have asked myself time and time again
Was it all worth it in the end?
Yes, I have stolen
I have lied
I’ve spilt crimson on many a thigh
I have cheated many
Been honest to few
I have used my friends
And abused my foes
Commited every sin
You have ever named
And few more too
But I’m not ashamed
Of what I have done
And yes, I admit
I have killed a man.
But tell me God
Just what have You done
Through all these years
That this Earth has spun?
You’ve watched as humans
Learnt how to kill
You’ve watched as we raped, pillaged and sinned
Everything with a weary eye
And not a tear shed for our wrongful demise.
Some say the rain is God’s tears
And the thunder and lightning are his screams
Maybe it is, but I don’t believe so
Because the rain always stops
But never does our woe.
So I ask You, God
What have you done?
You’ve watched us plagued by the deathliest scum
As we screamed in pain
And died in vain
You watched from above
Dead bodies don’t feel rain.
They say God sees everything
God hears all
Did You ever see a widow’s tears?
Or hear an orphan cry?
Tell me, God, how it is that you can bear all these sights
When I am blinded simply by Your “divine” light.
Tell me, God, how could it be that you let this all go on?
They say you love us as Your children, but we have always felt forlorn.
A mother may hit her child
But the child knows he is loved
When his mother dies at the hands of God
What does a child believe?
You have taken the lives of millions
And allowed the plight of us all
You have watched our lives crumble to the ground
Then set us back up for our inevitable fall.
Please, God, do not deny
That you were behind this all
And please, God, spare me the thought
Of a Heaven with You, for I choose Hell.
For I no longer trust in You
Or believe in Your every lie
I have only these questions for You
To which You’ve answered nigh.
If you cannot answer those
Then tell me this:
Was it a smile or a frown upon your face
When Adam & Eve fell far from grace?
p.s. I wrote this within the four walls that is Your home, among those that came to worship, I came to leave You this note. If you never heard me before, from the depths of my aching soul, then maybe for once you’d be home, and I could reach You there.