Bob had a kid, Bob had a wife, Bob had a job and Bob had a life

Bob was always happy, Bob was never sad, sometimes Bob got angry, but it was always just a fad

There he was. Bob. The perfect guy, never did drugs and never got high, never made a person cry

But one day....

A vending machine fell across Bob's chest.. Bob was paralyzed, a vegetable. He layed in the hospital, hooked up to a machine.. keeping him alive.

He watched as his friends and family debated over shutting off the machine that Bob was attached to, and **** him. He watched his own mother give the "ok" to the doctor.. he watched the doctor shut off the machine.

Bob was a model human.. he never got to hug his kids goodbye, he never got to tell his wife he loved her one last time.

Bob died a horrible, sad, lonely, painful, torturous death.

THERE IS NO GOD.