A Letter to God

Is this life this degradation, this pointless game, humiliation?

Born to die, we're born to lose and not one choice we make we choose

And when this life is at an end we find that Death's our only friend

Must we suffer through your games, oh Lord? Can God really be so bored?

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We waste our lives destroying, hating, while beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting

Blind to beauty blind to love, we fear our loving Lord above

Some live their lives to play their games, some live as victims, the insane

Your experiment, Lord, has failed and I trust that when we meet you will forgive us

It's futile so I'll end this note and find a knife and slit my throat

And come to track you down, oh Lord, you better watch your back

Be sure that when we meet you'll be surprised, no loving praise, no glee filled cries

Just pain and hate and tear filled sighs and the question in the end is "Why?"