There is no God
If there was,
Then why do we suffer?
Are our cries so low?
He was our "father and mother"
But he doesn't even know
The pain we bear
Was it his job to only make us exist?
As it just seems like we
are lost in his mist
(A/n it's not like that I don't believe in God but at some point of time you just question his existence and feel like he isn't even there, I don't want to offend anyone with this.)
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flawed feelings
PoetryFlaw; -a fault or weakness -A mistake -Imperfect Every person's feelings are imperfect and so are mine. *Short poems* Started; May 6th'17 HR- #16 in poetry (23/8/17) ❤ #18 in poetry (22/8/17) #22 in poetry (21/8/17) #28 in poetry (4/8/17...
