God We Blame You

GOD we blame you for the evil that we do. Why don’t you keep coming to our rescue, just wipe it all away, make everything new, so the crazy and foolish things we can continue to do, then maybe, we will believe in you.

You see, we are highly intelligent, we believe we know better than you so when you hear us croon we want you to dance to our toon, now we may sound like buffoons but we want you to make life a cartoon. Thence no consequence.

Even as children we have learned if you play with fire you will get burned and if you do dirt a lot of people could get hurt. But your laws are old from so long ago where it also say you shall reap what you sow and your old laws we want to overthrow.

Yes GOD we are very smart, we just refuse to understand that you made life real and not wonderland, which is why we say a woman can marry a woman and a man a man. If you get that sensation then it’s aspiration and to us it’s a good relation but you call it an abomination.

That we won’t even mention cause we pay it no attention. Because we want our livelihood, to live like Hollywood, even if it’s falsehood we still want you to make it all good

So your laws we want to change or rearange we love to shake our groove thing, to make life a game where nothing matters but fortune and fame.

Therefore, we want to be players coz we love to play, the problem is it puts us on ground of very soft clay. Although it feels on solid ground we stand it keeps turning into quicksand.

As we are going down wearing an ugly frown, bidding ourselves adieu, we blame you. Now GOD if to our every whim you would cater then we would stop being traitors and haters but only if you be our personal waiter.

Since your consequences can be brutal and your and trying to change your laws is futile, then we are highly disturbed so we’ll have to kick you to the curd. We don’t care about the preachers broadcasting that you and your Word is from Everlasting to Everlasting.

Furthermore, if you are The Father and The Master why would you let people go through such horrible disasters, while letting children die of cancer, knowing very well we’re looking directly at the answer.

For we all know it’s a crime, a shame and a disgrace when they let children play on land full of buried toxic waste. They know it’s there they just don’t care because they are in the land of milk and honey, so they do it in the name of power, fame, fortune, Greed, MONEY.

They don’t fret because they know the people is not a threat. We turn our heads, twittle our thumbs, act dumb even get numb and expecting a good outcome. While the bigwigs keep snapping people like twigs and using the public as guinea pigs.

As they poison the air, the land, th water and the food too, yet GOD we blame you for the Hellish and Heinous things we do.

I remember hearing my father holler, gather around, hear me sing, this is my castle and I am the king. No one would open their mouth, for we knew there was no way we could tell our father how to run his house.

You are our Heavenly Father and The Creator, we want to be the dictator and you our personal waiter, just snap finger and you are the operator..

It’s all Vanity and what is the definition of Insanity.

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I once was walking in the dark , I thought I was living the life. Thank goodness for Rehab. They started to set thing right, It was there I found The Lord and and saw the Light. Now these poems I started to see and hear. When they come in sight I write. Thank You LORD. Now all the other, the past is, how they put it. Just water under the bridge. GONE. Never to return. Now I am Just a laid back kind of guy, Who's about to spread his wings and fly away to a brighter day.
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