We ask for forgiveness
We beg for mercy
We plead for guidance
Yet we are told nothing
We are suggested nothing
We are left with nothing
We become lost for this is what we depend upon. Our minds - a vat of ooze that surrounds intelligence. Intelligence ... is it truly? For we've placed our lives in the hands of the incapable and unworthy. Of someone who cannot even sacrifice the time to wave away the fog jading our vision. But maybe that fog is what keeps him safe; maybe it's what keeps us believing. Keeps us attached to this false hope that we thrive off of. A being all mighty never caring for anyone but themselves, this is our oxygen. Why not the carbon dioxide we expel or a toxic gas? Why must we let this imaginary character come to the forefronts of our minds? Begging him for forgiveness, for the sins we commit are preposterous. Although, how can a holy being made purely of sins have the power to forgive our own?
WE ARE GIVEN NOTHING yet we still believe in our savior
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Spiritualpointless free-writes about the big man upstairs; the puppet master
