If God is real,
I should like to scream in his face.
'What have I, or he or she done,
To end up in such a sorry ******* state?'
Or perhaps instead I'll pray,
'Are you there?
Can you hear me?
I have a few thing I would like to say.
You would know,
I am not one to pray,
But this needs to be said.
We're alone down here.
Its like you made an experiment,
And abandoned us before the end.
I have spent all my life,
Not believing in you.
Surely if you existed,
You'd not leave us,
In this sorry little state.
Some would say I'm a bitter woman.
**** it,
I am a bitter woman.
I am the voice sobbing in the night.
I am the one left alone.
If we are your children,
I dread to think how you treat your mother.
We were loyal.
We all fought for you.
What did we do?
What made you turn away.
They say we were created in your image,
I bet you cannot dare,
To look at yourself in the mirror.
You'll see a reflection,
Of what you've left us to become.
Oh dear God,
Are you there?
Can you hear me?
We need you.#