Creator of all
Big and small
He who is infallible
He who is omnipotent
He who has existed
Since before existence
If we are all your children
Born in your own image
Why can't we even get along?
Am I to believe
That you love us all?
While some rot in the worlds putresence
How does it make sense
That so many good hearted are poor, dying, or ill
While those with hearts of black wipe away their defication on $100 bills?
Why can't you show yourself in corporeal form?
Is it that the almighty is afraid of harm?
Why must you communicate with us, your children,
By way of third party intervention,
Through the men of black in your religious hierarchy
They who are the very definiton of hypocrisy
The thieves and rapers of innocence
Who are somewho the givers of repentence.
Covered up defilers of children
The wolves in sheep skin.
All your fallacies
Can be seen beneath the thin veil of infallability.
Show yourself to prove you exist
Before your remaining follwoers cease and desist.
Am I to believe you're not just the man behind the curtain
Feeding his ego while playing puppeteer to the world?
You've "given" us freedom to choose
And I've lost my faith if ever I had faith to lose.
All I have to say is...