Dear god

Dear god,

Or is it Todd?
Or Bob?
Or... Shulad?

Okay, that last one I made up
not sure that is a word.

But listen god, I'm mad.
Cause there is a lot of shit going on right now.
Everywhere I look and I see...

OW!
Damn, I bit my lip.

Wait, was that you?
What are you trying to say?
I know up there, it must look crazy, the view.
I just wish I knew.
But, fuck I don't even believe in you.

What am I trying to say?

Sorry for the swear.
I know you're not supposed to like those.
But sometimes my words come with a certain flair
and my true feeling shows.

Cause god, I'm mad.
I don't get it.
I don't understand.

Was it you that killed 5 and a half million people?
Or did you just create the disease?
Maybe you just make the good things.
Like the energetic animals, or the stoic trees.
Maybe you only make the benevolent kings
and not the dictator.
Maybe that's why the choir still sings.
Look I'm not trying to be a hater,
but I'm mad god.

I wonder if there is so much good in the world,
why did you put the bad there too?

It feels like you don't know what we're going through.

I don't even believe.
So why the hell am I still talking to you?
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