There is No God

You offer prayers?
You suggest that god’s plan is unknown.
I want to rip your words from your lips.
I want you to feel;
Raw
gaping wound
once where my heart lay
now only dust
murderous rage
and hatred.
You offer prayers?
You think those will succor me
night after cold night
when I hear my child call to me?
Voices upon the breeze
whispers of pain cooed in my ear
yet when I turn to look
my child is gone
nevermore to be seen.
You offer me prayers?
You try to wrap your arms around me
I shudder in disgust.
You think your weak platitudes
spouted like the holy bible
are comforting?
Your false idol’s words fall upon deaf ears.
I no longer believe…..
Your prayers.
Your god.
Your anything.
You lie.
And you sir.
And you.
Hang your head in shame.
These deaths?
They fall upon you.
©May 29/22
Picture is my own
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