He Who Knows No Bounds

God, I've sent you prayers. Just like you asked.

God, I've sent you emails.

God, I've left voicemails.

God, I've sent you texts.

I sent you words I labored over, I sent you my tears, I sent you my love, I sent you my devotion.

But nothing came.

Nothing.

Not a sign, not a word, not a ray of sunshine.

If you loved all your children the same, why did you talk to people thousands of years ago, but not today? Cause God, you haven't sent anything back to my friends either.

Why, when the world is worse today, do you not try to help us? When people murder and rape and steal, why don't you stop them? Why aren't you helping us?

I can now say you a hypocritical ass.

You want our love, our faith, yet you can't return it. You gave us orders and we followed them, yet there was nothing. You can't even tell us you're real.

You get our hopes up. Then you let us down. But you threaten us. That is not love. You have crossed that line a long time ago. You just hate us now.

You know no bounds. You control us for what? Your own sick pleasure, like a bully with an ant farm.

I am fucking sick of it. I don't care if you feed me, come near me again and I'll bite you. I'm tired of not mattering and waiting for something instead of doing it myself.

So goodbye God. I don't believe in lies anymore.