Dear God,
I know your secret.
If something is too good to be true,
it probably isn't.
A merciful father who never leaves,
always loves, and promises immortality.
All if you abide by his 10 little rules,
But it's not that simple is it?
An entire book,
Imperfectly translated through tongues and time,
paraphrased to fit what we see as logical -
Your words coming out of man's mouth
Justifying hate, and slaughter and genocide.
What happened to thou shalt not ****?
Was that even what you really said?
Or was there a different sort of bush
Moses was smoking in the desert?
Did you ever mean for your words to be twisted
like the minds of those who **** in your name?
God help us from the people claiming to do God's work.

Dear God,
Do you ever get tired of playing Santa?
Tell me, when did praying begin to resemble
Siting on a jolly man's lap
Asking for toys and candy from his knapsack?
Because your people,
these days,
are starting to sound more and more like bad friends
you only exist when they need something from you -
I was one of them.

Dear God,
do you feel more and more like an under-appreciated artist?
Like Vincent Van Gough or Poe,
Never recognized in their time,
Bound to die penniless and forgotten.
Do you feel as though all your masterpieces
Will be eclipsed by the tragedies and mistakes?
Good intentions lost,
as if chaos is what you tried to make.

Dear God,
I can't say I'm all too fond of you
But anyone who says you do not exist
Because of global warming, or kids with cancer,
or a dead family member
Does not know what it's like to be a father.
To create some something,
send you out into the world,
and just hope for the best.
I understand that the human race was a baby you did not abort.
A child you didn't necessarily plan to have.
You sent us to our first day of kindergarten
With a tight anxiousness in your chest
And a book bag with everything you thought we needed.
We needed you.
We threw a temper tantrum
and got sent to the principles office.
Some of us graduated, some held back,
others failed.

Dear God,
I understand you are man-made,
A necessary concept, easy to believe.
You give us peace,
that our sins are not our own
And all will be forgiven if we just ask.
But who will forgive you?
People got tired to praying to
Gods of War,
Gods at War
They needed some stability
and Jesus was recompense.
Well I'm sorry, if one of many martyrs
Does not erase the memory of a man
named Abraham.
An old soul with an old wife
Too aged to have children.
And yet, they did.
But Isaac was only a boy
When you decided to have a rebate.
"Take him to the hill and sacrifice him" You said.
"He was never yours in the first place."
Is that a fate you would wish on anyone?
A father forced to **** his only son.
To think
You have known the pain of losing a child
when Lucifer fell.
Did you just want to inflict the pain you felt?
Well, when Jesus came down
You learned we were a virus
Humans are not angels
Crucified by us
We killed him.
And you could not drown us out like rats
Flood the earth
We are still alive
We spread like poison.
Gasping for air, foundation, salvation.
But whether you watch us suffocate,
Or send us to shore,
There was still suffering.
You can't erase that,
You can only make the smudge a stain,
Turn black to gray-
Not white
Never white
Your God will never be white
And neither will his people.

Dear God,
I understand why people want to see you as pure
That there is a reason
Some kind of explanation, and a savior.
But the only thing that put us here
Was a faulty ****** and ***** teenagers.
No divine ******* prophecy
We are high functioning apes
With the ability to choke out life
with these opposable thumbs
Or choose love with all the words of the people before us
and the people to come.

Dear God,
I know your secret.
You are a disappointed father,
turning a blind eye to the college drop-out of a kid
You forgot to mother.
Maybe you never existed
But just because something is man-made
Doesn't make it easily forgotten.
Dear God, if something is to good to be true
it will more than likely just disappoint you.