On the wall of scripture and prayers you see a holy ground I see a square. I try to believe to make mom happy about the promise land where only the white men seem happy. A disgrace and a lie when I tell you the truth all the boys who love God want a loving husband too. Homosexuality is such a sin, but killing a man can be washed away from him. What is the being to tell me wrong from right, who chooses who dies, or may win their fight. It's they're mission the paster would say to accept all people unless they are gay. We built the county for Christ to condemn, now look at this nation full of black and gay men. The only reason you think god is there for hope to your crimes in never responding prayer. Where was this being who saves all the people when grandma was dying and Aunties in a ditch and now the good lord is taking more than a hit. Am I being punished for not believing? They're all dead because I chose not to see. feeling a hole that can't be filled, losing a loved to the "holy grail". Where was god when daddy broke the table and telling momma she's unstable. Now say hello to your everlasting home and forgiving father, but don't forget the time you disowned your transgender daughter. Yet God will let you in as long as you didn't commit one of the seven deadly sins. I don't question his wrath; I question his presence. Dunk me in water, douse me in salt. I will never know your god and will never see it as doubt