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Mercy? Don't. Make. Me. Laugh.

I would pray,

But he's probably too busy,

Killing people

Tearing families apart

Spreading diseases

Watching children starve

 

He's too focused on his reality TV,

That's our reality.

 

He can't be bothered to listen,

To that teenagers cry for help,

As they beg for a reason

Not to

End it all

 

He doesn't have time to hear about,

Your pancreatic cancer

 

It's in operable?

Not. His. Problem.

You devoted your life to worship?

Too. **** Bad.

 

See,

I would pray for,

Peace

Or

Mercy

But he's too invested in his,

Little old game.

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Written by
AbruisedBrokenThing
16 / F / Anywhere but here
Published
Apr 29
Lines·Words
26·93
Notes

"if it's true that people who commit go to hell, I hope there's a place where the fire burns a little less"

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#religious#god#atheist#hate#fear#war#death#famine#terrible
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