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If You Exist This Proves You Don't Care
Is it the Gods who decide if we live or we die,
If it is then our lives aren't worth living,
The whole concept of life is no more than a lie,
It is cruel and yet so unforgiving.
If Gods have this power we are no more than pawns,
In a warped and sick game of chess,
If it's for them to decide if a new day dawns,
Then it's a concept, which just doesn't impress.
Who are they to dictate these sick rules?
It's the ultimate form of oppression,
If their presence is true then they treat us like fools,
It makes you wonder if they encourage transgression.
Do they live in luxury as their creations starve?
Paradise is where we're told Gods reside,
Do they drink finest wines as their beef they carve?
Why for their destitute do they not provide.
We're allowed to communicate but it's all one way,
They don't reply but still expect you to believe,
It's only dictators who won't let you have a say,
That's a thought that should make us all grieve.
Why don't they help us when assistance is required?
For accountability they have no obligation,
Yet it's preached to us they must all be admired,
They're all false would be my allegation.
For someone so strong and with so much power,
You remind me of our world's politicians,
Unachievable promises, which make the decent cower,
When found out there are no honest admissions.
If you are real then please prove me wrong,
By showing us your people you are there,
But I know you won't as it's in a fantasy you belong,
‘' If You Exist Then This Proves You Don't Care ‘'
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Bri Mar
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