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An open letter to god himself
I have spent a thousand days and nights on the edge, begging for your answer.
I have tried to comb through everything, in hopes I might find a reason why.
But I have been unsuccessful so far, and every night my anger grows.
How dare you take him from me, you pretentious bastard, you.
The anger that grows inside my stomach is like hot coals, burning bright.
I am angry at everyone and everything, including you; you pious fucker.
I sat at the edge of my bedside each night, begging you not to take him.
And then it happened anyways, so all i ask of you is this;
How could you take away the only true best friend I'd ever had.
People build statues in your name, and pray to you for days on end,
And yet the one time I need something, you take it all away.
I will never ever forgive you for this, because I wasn't ready,
I never got my goodbyes or one last hug, and I will spend the rest of my life hating you.
I have tried to comb through everything, in hopes I might find a reason why.
But I have been unsuccessful so far, and every night my anger grows.
How dare you take him from me, you pretentious bastard, you.
The anger that grows inside my stomach is like hot coals, burning bright.
I am angry at everyone and everything, including you; you pious fucker.
I sat at the edge of my bedside each night, begging you not to take him.
And then it happened anyways, so all i ask of you is this;
How could you take away the only true best friend I'd ever had.
People build statues in your name, and pray to you for days on end,
And yet the one time I need something, you take it all away.
I will never ever forgive you for this, because I wasn't ready,
I never got my goodbyes or one last hug, and I will spend the rest of my life hating you.
Published 23rd Jan 2021
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