Prayer

I give to you a prayer in eleventy-one words...

Thanks for nothing. How can I believe in a God that will let this happen? It’s a disgrace. And you say it’s all because you want us to learn to love you of our own free will. Bullshit. What are you, some kind of narcissist? Some self-aggrandizing egotist who lords his love for power over people who don’t know any better? I know what really happens with those second set of footsteps; you leave. I know what the dark night of the soul is; you abandon us. I know what you are; you’re a fraud. I doubt you; I doubt everything about you. And yet, I can’t stop talking to you...