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Apr 2014
was your God the one
who took my Daddy away?
He wasn't very old...

was your God the one
that sat next to the orphan
who didn't pray
and mocked them
because they had nobody left?
Was it your God that took them?

Do you allow your God
his ***** work
and let him take
all the accolades
for War and Famine
and Pestilence
and Hatred
and just say
It's his way,
his right, by his design
as the Divine?


Was it your God
that intervened
in the alley
where there was a scream
where just a little girl
grew up way too fast
but brutally
she didn't last
until the next day
to understand
what it all means

He didn't intervene!

There was no intervention!
Stuttered prayers
from broken lips
fell like glass
onto uncaring concrete
shattering beneath feet
that shuffled past
one who prayed
but at the last
lost faith
in a
God
that just sits
on his ****
and asks for praise
but could not even raise
a finger
in benevolence

That's why I will never pray

Ask and you shall receive

*******!

Ask all you like, what you give to the Universe, you get back, imaginary playthings, give nothing!

Just my thought on that...
This is possibly going to come back to bite me, but you can't convince me to give and give and give in the Name of someone and see no good back... You just can't... I capitalised out of respect, not sure why they deserve it...
Helen
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