No God Poem by Celine Augustine

Dying has many ways to be
can be either of you and soon to see
loosing control
slowly drifting away
from the life you lived
no need to pray
the god from high above shall not interfier
he cares for nothing
he finds us a sick game
To play with our lives
taking away what we charish the most
taking away the ghost
the spirt inside
leaving us all blind
screaming for help
no one can hear
soon it'll be all clear
that god is no help
he's just someone people depend on
for strength
for courage
it's all bullshit!
He has no real heart
ripping everything you got
everything you had
simply he has the power
to lead and comand
to take the lives
Of those who we find best
he treats us as if we're some kind of test