Okay "God", I don't know if you exist. I don't know if you're against me if you're on my side if you're on my friends' side or if you're kind or if you just hate humanity itself. Are you proud of what you created?
I am young. My friends are young my mother is young my father is young and my brother. My brother is so very young. And you. You, God, are billions of years old yet you, God, choose to inflict pain on those who have only lived long enough to begin to think.
I don't ask for reasons. Maybe it's something I've done in my past life, maybe something in the future. All I want is some light.
At least spare one pinprick of hope for my brother, my friends, my family, my grandma? My best friend? In our whole lives, you have watched over us and you, with billions of years worth of knowledge never thought once to take a needle and pick a hole in the darkness that covers are lives, our souls? All we want and need is a ray of anything to burn our hearts.
We won't know if the light is coming from the angels' grace or from the roaring fires of hell. How could we; we're only specks of dust in your world of infinity. But let us live in ignorance. We will not feel hell burning our arms and legs; we will feel warmth. We will not feel the angel's soft voices; we will see whispers.
I do not know if you exist, "God" but let me tell you. You are not merciful. You are not kind. And in the end, may the specks of dust gather up and drape you in a cloud of what you created. Maybe then you'll see. You'll see why we asked for hell's fires to burn our hearts.
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Timekeeper
Poetry"I'll take something from everyone and give a bit of me, until I'm nothing but an echo. Until I'm a puppet of my own will, strewn together of every corner of this world. Maybe love is not needing that. Maybe if it is, love doesn't really exist." ...
