How Unreasonable

HOW UNREASONABLE How can God allow an still ask me to believe in something I can’t see give thanks, Yea right Id rather blast him in the face. For all the things he’s taken away. Yet I am stuck here wondering why, good people have to die, and every time now I’m afraid when anyone walks away because I never know if it’s the very last time they will have to turn their back on me. Still I’d rather believe, this is not the end. There will be a whole new beginning after all this and I will sit at the right hand of the Father the creator, the trader. Who must get a laugh over all the whack stuff* he allows to happen. Though still this struggle makes us stronger an I’ll push on, to over come and concur. This world and all of its worries have forced me to become who I am today. Sure I’m mean and unhappy. When someone has the audacity to mess* with me. An with all the twisted woman that flock to me, who just want to mess with me. An all my dreams make life seem like one big long bad memory. Still I want to believe. That there is someone always looking out for me. That gives a dam, that’s willing to hold my hand through the thick and thin. Or at least till I’m sane again. An I can think straight again. Because I’m lost and confused my hearts been twisted and used. Seems much alike an amusement for all of you whom abuse it. But a God of forgiveness. A God that shouldn’t allow this crap in the first place. He’s trying to push us to the edge over and over again. Or maybe this is hell, and this is where he has chosen for me to exist. And I’m sure I’ll snap again. But my beliefs cause my worries, still I stay in full stride. With my pride and fake happiness strong at my side. So I can act for you all. High endurance. I’ve been through enough, I’m sure I’ll be well able to handle the next crappy* thing to come up. But until then. It’s "In God we trust"