Your God, Grandma
Where is your God?
Is he here with you now?
Right by your side whispering on the holiest of dirty secrets
Or is he in the faces of everyone you see on the streets
Found within the rapist, the drug dealers, and murderers, right?
No obviously he is only in the ones who pray, the nuns, the priests
But what about me?
Where was your God when my dad screamed at my mom so loud
He lost his voice
Where was your God the day he took my own mother away
I was only fourteen
Where the hell was your God that night I had a knife in one hand,
A bottle of pills in the other
Nowhere, your God leaves the weak behind
Your God is a fool,
Who constantly makes good people go to eternal peace
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