What is god?
Who is god?
Is he, or it, bound by religion?
Or does its omnipresence go beyond man-made margins?
Why should I believe?
What happens if I don’t?
Will I burn in hell, is sunscreen sold down there?
Does my sarcasm and mockery infuriate you?
Do you want to punish me, I thought you loved me?
Why did you create me, out of boredom?
For your glory, your amusement, at my expense?
Why am I instructed to listen but you don’t speak?
I can’t even touch you so you can’t feel my pain,
Your throne is far more superior to the **** filled toilet I’m forced to mount everyday in life,
Am I really made in your image, then how come I’m not perfect?
Are you not able to heal, then why am I hurting?
Am I not your child, then why am I starving for the things you’ve promised?
Are you not omniscient, then why do I have to ask for these things?
Are you not all powerful, or are you just unwilling?
What is divinity?
I desire simplicity of the intricacy of infinity,
Who is this GOD?!
A fraud, my rod, the one who I can count on when times get hard?
What if told you I don’t like to read?
Would you then read me the Bible before bed like a child, since you are my father, right?
Is your throne comfortable, you know, the one that sits above all else in the highest of heavens?
Because comfort is foreign to the feet that are oppressed by the gravity of the reality you’ve trapped me in,
But as long as you’re okay,
Just trying to be unselfish, isnt that what you want?
Well what about what I want?
Isn’t that how a relationship works, isn’t that what you want from me?
What do you want from me?
Do you want just me?
How can you want me when you won’t even tell me who I am?
How can you ask of me what you refuse to give to me in the first place?
I know that I’m a little out of character, seeming that you are the creator of everything and decide my fate and all,
Excuse my humanness as I question your godhood, but these things I just gotta know,
And who better to answer them other than you?
Not a book, not a preacher, not religion....... but you
