My God.


We are his instrument.
We are his sacrifice.
We are children. We were given
the world by just one person, but yet
we can't find our purpose. We go around killing
and degrading other people. Didn't we have a purpose?
When did we stray frim our path? When did we give up?
Maybe, just maybe if we saw the world through the eyes
our father, we could see the world that was first given
to us. Not the world that we have constructed on lies
and suffering of others. My god, our god is simply so
wonderful. he gives us everything we could hope for,
and more than deserve. so why do we turn our backs
to him again and again.

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