I woke up from a nightmare in which I was alone.
In a shattered glass room ghostly existing.
Separated from my home I know not where.
Only wishing to arrive at my destination when I was finally free.
The moon seemed lifeless then.
The stars seemed bland.
The trees seemed haunting.
The air seemed thin.
I had never felt more alone than in that dream.
It was full of terrifying horrors that laughed and sang.
Each task I would do would seem daunting and vain.
I tried each night to wake for I knew it was a dream.
But it was not the night that haunted me for everything slept then.
But when the day came it was then when horrors crept in through the slots in my vent.
They would hide in the light to trick souls who passed.
Wearing faceless masks with gems and jewels hiding their wicked souls.
They proclaimed themselves the best in the dreamworld.
It was not true I knew but they tucked me away in my empty room made of shattered glass.
It was then I woke up and realized it’s true.
That I had a dream.
A cruel dream.
Of a haunted existence alone without you.

RETURN

1) When this is over, return.

2) From the ashes came life

3) To the ashes went death

4) Is there a higher place?

5) How long till I return?

People ask me why I do not believe in God, so this isn't a poem just an explanation for my borderline-blasphemous atheist views. All over the world people suffer: children are abused, women *****, men tortured. Yet people still trust a happy grandfather up in the skies to make their lives perfect. Yeah, people say that heaven is this great place but why do people on earth have to suffer to get there? Okay, some religions believe in sinning, but isn't it a sin to watch as 4,000 children die every single day just because they don't have enough water?  If there actually turns out to be a God, I would honestly rather rot in hell for eternity than sit up there being happy whilst people down here suffer...

So yes, I do not believe in an omnibenevolent God that sits in the skies, because if he loved everyone then why let his "children" suffer?