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Why Sunday School Lied

If there is a God above,

     Why is hope a distant fantasy, but pain a constant reality

     The war,

     The sorrow,     

     The lies,

     The death,

     All too real.

If there is a God above,

     Why is a six year old raped,

     Her innocence taken from her body,

     Her childhood lost, like the light in her eyes,

     her purity tarnished before it even had a chance to glimmer.

If there is a God above,

     Why is the college student by day,

     A street walker by night,

     His tuition found,

     In the sinful hands of his next John.

If there is a God above,

     Why does war plague our world,

     The fight meaningless,

     The lives lost innocent,

     The destruction immeasurable.

If there is a God above,

     Why are people,

          Teenagers,

     So willing to end their lives,

     Drag that blade across their veins,

     See the blood paint their wrists,

     Yearning for that endless darkness,

     Of the other side, if there even is another side.

If there is a God above,

     Why am I more eager,

          To meet the fucking Devil?