Is There a God

Are you an explosion
A giant big bang
Or can you just speak life with your words
Were you on those pages
In the heralds of prophets 
Or are you just a rumor I heard

Are you evolution 
Does it prove you're a myth
Could mankind have started with two
Is there really a devil
And angels uncounted
Or are they just a story like you

Do you hear me call out
When I'm sad or afraid
Are you watching with love
Are you crying 
Or are you just a wish 
That will never come true 
From a man who just can't cope with dying 

Are you a placebo 
For the people of Earth
Who need to live life with assurance 
Are you given to people 
Who can't face the fact
That we're just a random occurence

Are you're promises myths
Are they carrots on sticks
Is it true there is life everlasting 
Can we really be smitten
For not believing what's written
When we in our true hearts were asking

I don't mean to be saying 
Come down from that cross
But my doubts, they are growing like cancer
Come out of that book
Come down from the sky 
I feel like you owe me an answer 

By Kyle Ezra Kriticos
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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February 9, 2022 at 3:49 PM
Good question, well written. My answer to that is the first atom of matter did not self generate. There is no scientific formula for that to happen. That first molecule had to be created,
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August 28, 2014 at 3:00 PM
Hi Kyle, I hope there is a God, ... cuz, then if there is not, this is all for nothing. Like You I Want Answers. My doubts are finally taking effect. This is by far the best poem, I've read today. WOW... I'm so impressed, and I hope we are not random. Love Linda
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