A LETTER TO GOD

Is this life this degradation,
this pointless game, humiliation,
we're born to die, we're born to lose,
and not one choice we make we choose,
and when this life is at an end
we find that death is our only friend,
must we suffer through your games, Oh Lord?
Can God really be so bored?
We waste our lives destroying, hating,
while beneath our flesh a skull lies waiting,
blind to beauty and to love,
we fear our loving lord above,
some live life just to play their games,
some live as victims, gone insane,
your experiment oh lord has failed
and I trust that when we meet you will forgive us,
it's futile so I'll end this note
and find a knife and slit my throat,
and come to track you down Oh Lord,
you better watch your back,
be sure that when we meet you'll be surprised no loving praise,
No glee filled cries,
just hate and pain and tear filled sighs
and the question in the end is "why"?