God Must Hate Me

struggling with faith

God must hate me

He has shown me nothing but malice and distaste

He has continued to punish me for the actions of another

He says I am heard but he does not listen

It is a constant battle between what I need and what he wants

I know it is far-fetched to say he hates me

But how else do you explain the rape?

The worst part is that it only gets worse

God, you see, doesn't care about the victims of the world

He cares about his image

His worshipers

His holy ones

Yet none of us are clean

We are all products of his shortcomings

We are Jesus on the cross pleading to let us die for our sins

We are the blood that drips, the nails that puncture, the lashes of whips

How can a father allow that to happen to his own son?

He is love

He is acceptance

He is cruel

And he is vicious

He will wipe out the earth to start anew

Kill an entire city if they do not change in the way he wants them to

To say that as love is to admit to having Stockholm Syndrome

We'd like to see the best in a man who claims he can take care of us

It's a fools game

But I am no fool

I know who he is

Reviews

[Relic]

I can see you're expressing deeply what you are thinking. The emotion you show in all your poems is genuine. There are millions who are trying to figure out life and why terrible things happen. Men who've seen war are so scarred they have given up on any chance of a God at all.

I've seen horrible things I can't explain. Life is cruel sometimes.

I've also noticed your avatar which is a bit ironic. I hope there really are angels.

[...]

I always wonder why people always blame god abd,why they think God is he. For me is really too abstractive. But I like your imagination and your words make fall deeper into your hell. It's not so good like Dante but still what is publish on this site is very exceptional. So more then we'll done.