An Open Letter To God
And the millions of mothers and fathers over the centuries cried out
With one voice to the heavens in a grief-filled shout
"Stop taking our sons and daughters, maligning them with disease
Stop asking for sacrifice, You Bastard, aren't You ever appeased?!
You've afflicted our offspring with too many tragedies to comprehend
When You're supposed to be omnipotent, so You choose to let this torture never end
Is this part of Your omniscient "Plan" to our betterment tend?
Well, if it is, FÚCK YOU! ... Sorry, we don't mean to once again offend
We've apologized for the death of Your one child for centuries
Yet the countless deaths You've asked in return have allotted no apologies
The killings of our children in Your name have brought forth no concrete treatise
From You, the All Mighty, yet All Compassionless to our millions of pleas"
"Why did You not spare my four-year-old daughter from that stray gunshot?!"
"Why did You let my baby die from a hidden blood clot?!"
"Why was my boy hit by that drunk driver? He'll never be able to walk!"
"I never expected to lose my baby to war, why did You take him?! You never answer! TALK!"
But You want it all, endless worship along with the pain You allow to continue
Why are You so endlessly cruel to so many that refuse not to love You
Why won't You use the power to heal with which You're endlessly imbued?
Unless, of course, our ceaseless torture is just to keep You amused.
-David "Dingo" Bleecher