I always thought that God was watching over me, that he would make sure I'm okay, that his angels would guide me through the toughest times of my life, but I was wrong. There's nothing bad about being religious, I just can't believe that with what happened to me and so many others, that there's a God cruel enough to sit back and watch without interfering. But again, maybe there is.
Maybe there is a God and they just don't care about us. Or maybe not a God, but just a creator of some sorts. A creator who wishes for their playthings to suffer, to go through the physical recreation of hell at its finest.
Maybe our creator, our God, whoever is in charge of this damn place is here.
Maybe they exist.
Just maybe.
But still, why would they let this all happen? All this torment? Do they enjoy it, do they find it funny? Do they gain sick, twisted pleasure from it?
Fuck, maybe God is here, he's just crossfaded in the driver's seat.
Not knowing where he's going.
Unaware of any other cars.
Vision too blurred to see the woman in the road with all her body exposed for him to see.
Begging.
Pleading.
Praying for help.
Down on her knees.
Crying.
Bleeding.
With a gun to the back of her head by the man who took everything from her.
But he didn't pull the trigger, he knows that's what she wants.
He just stands there.
And laughs.
The scent of cigar and whiskey dripping from his breath, fading into the cold air.
But the God just drives right through them, as if he and his car were never there.
Leaving the poor woman alone.
Scared.
Will anybody help her?
October 29th
2024
listening to an artist called godfuck on spotify as i write this -🐚
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