Dear God, Her Tragedy

Dear God
I found another one today, the marionette was dying inside
The puppeteer of body was broken in selfish living
While the new lay decomposing of soul, decaying upon the floor
Waited not so long for you God, and she was given up to explore the grave

We all want to believe You are real
We don't know who You are
But we believe, we know better than You,Who You should be......
Towards us all, engaged in charity to change our reality
(to comfort and simple bliss)
Saving those 'good (selfish) people' from the first thrown stone
Exclaiming 'its ok, they were too young to know, any better'
Yes, thats what they say!

Dear God
Could You just speak to me, prove Your out there
Changing my mind from following the neo-evolutionary lies so blindly
Giving me a moral purpose, to share with the hurting people
That should have used a fucking adoption agency
Dear God, I wish that love could mean something, it could be, more than a word
More than a simple label for emotions attached to surreal, but only....
If you are real God.

We all want to believe You are real
We don't know what You are
But we want to believe, We know what you should be
Exchanging our birthing pains for charity to change our reality
From subliminal coded comforts on the TV blinding us from real life 'child tragedy'
Still believing You should save those 'good (unpure) people' from the first thrown stone
But I know, the weaker must die! Just like her chosen lie
Children can't live through the tragedy while the selfish survive!

All pain will be gone soon, the preacher insists, asking for amens, as he spews on
Living for treasures in another world is his dream,
Breathing lies to the X-mother to be in row 3, to conceal his greed
I don't believe this pain will be gone, but maybe it will be a distant memory
It could be, that we'd be better off living for everyone's single moment saving
In the today that could decide their tragedy
Than unspoken invisible comforts of a civilized heaven
That allows us to exist in real life hatred of one another
Just because we decided to test the comfort, and not be brave!

Back to her simple plastic story of a puppet who wasn't designed to be
Alive for long, to enjoy life in a families loving arms
Broken from the forefront defeated in the womb
By a selfish marionette who threw the stem cell research project to the floor
Not a reality of life to breath, and its my choice to choose
No fucking adoption for the stem-cell fetus in you!