They call me your savior,
and they have called me your destroyer.
I am both and yet neither.
I am your creator,
and I am your doom.
I have raised you from the ground,
and I have done nothing except knock you down.
You worship me, as I turn a blind eye to your troubles.
You have destroyed everything I have built,
You have killed my love.
Yet you ask me to save you?
You beg me to give you what you need?
I will not do such a deed.
For you have asked me for the world,
But you have already destroyed it all.

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The loss of a God