To start with it's all a dream. With only God to blame.
You expect him to be home. Same time a usual.
You think you'll wake up, and he'll be there.
You fall asleep the first night, you dream it was a dream.
You wake up in the morning to be told it is real.
You sit and drink tea. It's all your mum can do. Make pot's and pot's of tea.
So you sit. And stare. Let your friends tell you not to look a pictures. But it's all you want to do.
The more you see his face, the more you feel his presence, the more you beleive your still dreaming.
But your not.
Falling asleep gets harder. Knowing what you will wake up to.
So you don't fall asleep. You lye awake. The doctor gave you drugs, you really need to take.
You pray, and you pray, and you pray and you pray and you say...
GOD PLEASE! NO!
YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!
GOD PLEASE! NO!
GIVE HIM BACK TO US!
GOD PLEASE! NO!
YOUR HURTING ALL OF US!
GOD...Who's God?
He doesn't give a fuck.
Author notes
It's my atempt at kicking God in the bollocks for what he did to my family... It's the best I can do with out telling the whole truth.
Written March 12th, 2005
A contest entry
- Bible Bashing. Oh Come all ye Faithful. by ----michael----.
400 points, ended April 15, 2005, 25 entries
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hey, thanks for entering with what is a very personal write. good luck and I hope the pain gets easier to handle.x.
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People are sacred to slang off "god" dont be scared. tell me u love it or u hate it...
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