POETRY
God, Come See Me in Hell
A poem about a cynical man
Hello God, we haven’t met in years,
Do you remember me?, you weren’t there when I was in tears,
I prayed and prayed for you to help me,
I spent so much to please you with offerings,
But you never came for me.
After years of staying down, I stopped praying to you,
You didn’t stop me when I stole and back-stabbed,
You didn’t save me when I was down,
You didn’t save the people whom I stole from,
You didn’t save the lives of your disciples whom I destroyed,
Do you even exist?
Or do you just hate me?
If you exist, I want to let you know,
that I have stolen from and stabbed your disciples,
The same disciples whom you failed to save,
I’m now on my path to hell,
Let me tell you that the path is wonderful,
If you exist,
If you care about your disciples,
If you care about the people who look up to you,
If you could bother enough to stop my menace,
If you could bother enough to halt my destruction,
I would really like to meet you,
God, come see me in hell!
