Why Bother Believing At All?

As I sink into the shabby old chair, I reflect and think, "Well how is that fair?" DoesGod not love us, is that not his will? Or have we ignored his love for a thrill? Created through greatness supposedly, But half of what's here makes me want to flee. What lays before us, before you and I, POINTLESS! We know in the end we just die. Yet still we will suffer these "acts of God", But no one will say it, some may just nod Our thoughts are silenced, and kept in our heads, Me? I'd rather scream it out loud instead. So hide your troubles and go with the flow! Is he there? Is he with us? I say NO.