Playthings of God
Although we are like God’s children
But actually we are not
Because no sexual organ
Was involved in the process of creation of souls
The building blocks of everything that exist
Besides we are not inside God’s womb
We are actually inside God’s mind
Ideal parents never hurt
Their good children
But God hurts so many
Of His so-called children
So many people are starving
Day after day
So many people are suffering
From diseases and injuries
Natural disasters
Kill so many people every year
God is not our Mother or Father
Mother and Father are much more
Affectionate, loving and caring
Never-the-less God is the Best
Cause He loves most of us so much
Though we are not His children
And we are nothing
But playthings of God
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