O Holy One
How can you believe that there is some holy and righteous man living in the sky?
That he created us all. Why would he create some of us to hate the way we look, make us despise looking at our own reflection, he didn't help us when we thought we were useless, and believed we were providing nothing for this world.
He let our children die by their own hands.
Making us repeat the phrase, "They're in a better place now," because that would cause us any relief from the pain and sadness that seized our fragile hearts.
We are here on this Earth, this hell, mourning the loss of them. Why were they not happy with us, here, on this pathetic place, where they left us. They took the color, the light, the joy, and the life in this world when they left.
Those who were so displeased with themselves thought the only solution was to take a bottle of pills, slice their wrists, or put a gun to their head. That it would finally bring them relief from the sadness and pain that they felt, that they would finally love themselves.
The god you so righteously believe in, didn't lift a finger to stop them from pulling the trigger. He allowed this to happen.
For them to be ripped from your loving arms.
And yet you praise him for bringing them to a 'better place'
How can someone be so selfish?
Letting the thoughts of guilt invade your mind.
Maybe if you had done this, or said that, they would still be here.
You wouldn't be choking on the tears that overflowed from your puffy eyes.
No cursing at the one who took them from you. The one you stilled praised for bringing them to a better place.
You want to be in a better place too, what are you supposed to do?
Let god convince you to pull the trigger?
Let your family and friends mourn and wonder if they could have done anything to stop you.
Have the years pass by and have them wonder what your life could have been like?
How can there be a belief in a god that has caused so much pain and yet has a whole nation wrapped around their finger. Making the very mention of their name a praise.