Kill all of the non-believers,
Leave all of the rest to suffer.
The teachings of the deceiver,
Our savior, our foe, our lover.
Life is never going to be fair,
But it will always be a game,
We can defy him if we dared,
And not one thing will change.
We cannot believe in actors,
Because they aren’t sincere,
Why would we believe a pastor,
With his second handed fear?
Believe in half of what we see,
And none of what we are told,
What is one half of imaginary,
And how honest is a folklore?
Millions cease all on his dime,
Under his watchful little eye,
Sometimes hundreds at a time,
But do they all deserve to die?
Does he have a way to justify,
War, life, murder, anything?
Or is this all just one big lie,
That millions of sheep live in?
Dear God, please understand,
I truly believe that you exist,
Near Mexico as a mortal man,
Deaf, blind and powerless.
This is an open letter to you,
Whoever you think you are,
We want to know the truth,
Since your religion is a farce.
I’ve tried to be open-minded,
And it still makes no sense,
How can heresy be a crime,
If your religion is pretense?
If you are the almighty one,
Why do serial killers exist?
Do you hand them your gun,
And use them as an iron fist?
Why did you make ten rules,
That even the disciples break?
If you want to avoid ridicule,
You should show us your face.
There’s a few good guys left,
And not one of them deserve,
The anguish you give, except,
A tiny bit to build character.
You seem to have no control,
Over the important problems,
Yet we need to be thankful,
Dead loved ones are in heaven.
You count all of the casualities,
As a symbol of a job well done,
Like governments count money,
Over a war that can’t be won.
You want us to be grateful,
For the food we won’t eat,
Since it would be impossible,
For you to overcome poverty.
Since they have other views,
Or God forbid follow Islam,
Their lives are being refused,
Even if they are God’s children.
God damn you, don’t you feel,
Remorse for anything you do,
Do you have any power to heal?
Oh that’s right, it isn’t up to you.
All I want are some answers,
Because closure helps me sleep,
Even if you bless me with cancer,
I’d be assured you were listening.