God, if you’re out there,
Why is it that I spend my nights,
Drenched in sweat under candlelight,
Layered under tattered fleece,
Searching for a single deprive,
Of the horrors that lie behind,
My shattered and fleeting mind.
God, if you where there for us as you say,
Why is it that day by day,
I’m taught to obey,
The word of a being...
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