I remember when I was seven, kneeling beside my bed, praying to God to find my Uncle and make him okay. But God didn't answer my prayer, God decided my Uncle was better off floating down the Kentucky River for three days with an unknown cause of death. Then taking my Grandmother who was the only woman in my life until I was nine. He took her by surprise. Driving my (Step) Grandfather insane and into an elderly home in Ohio. Never to be seen again after 2009. My biological Grandfather gave us a warning that he was dying. He had given up on fighting cancer so he stopped with his treatments and medication. He thought he had reached his end. Dear God, Why are you erasing my family? Did I do something that didn't please the almighty?

We outgrow our religion like our hand-me-downs.

Unknown God, Unknown future. We face the west, anxiously awaiting for Christ's second coming but what if he's already given up on us? Or came to take those he liked?
His favoritism is a sick game.