Glory be to the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,
That kills the things we hold dearest.
Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name,
Rub it in that we can't play your wicked game.
Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee,
Why can't your Lord ever directly affect me?
I believe in God, the Father Almighty,
The same God that can't help my pleads.
Will we always pray if no one answers?
For a funeral of angelic winged dancers?
Isn't God here to die for our mistakes?
Not to drown feelingless babies in lakes?
Doesn't God have power to remove our shame?
Or let all of the innocent die on a plane?
Doesn't prayer give poor kids food and toys?
Or instill Priests power to fuck altar boys?
Can you really beg God to give you feedback?
If he can't get teens to quit smoking crack?
Is this horrible world part of some plan?
Or does no one really have control over man?
Are we all wasting our time fearing death?
Although when we die there is nothing left.
If this is my question up to the clouds,
Will someone answer me to remove all doubts?
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