Dear God:
I wish to make a deal. A proposition, if just someday…
-I pledge to be honest; I’ll even go to church on Sundays
Only for one thing… And I’m sorry I have to ask but…
Wait… Let me start over…
….You know I’ve always loved you right? Had faith and trust?
So why’d you have to go and abandon us?!
How much longer must I repent and cry?
I’ll resent and die, c’mon just tell me why!

Elated on air, Allah, here he sits and listens
Has no reasons for one’s trouble but christens
the poor Christian with a silent thought
Distraught, he wonders what was taught
through the rotting of his parent’s past
God sighs, then laughs…
He holds no response within his defining light
But applies the question to his mind, “Why?”
Why not?

Answer me GOD! Why won’t you help me?
Why, WHY?! Is it because you resent me?
Growing unhealthy, the Christian stops and blinks
Answer me now! His excitement rises, then sinks
As he averts his eyes to the kitchen sink, a twinkling object
sits, to be twisted into his wrists…
He slits, the blood spills the reddish tinge of conflict
Shit… SHIT I’m going to die!!

And there God thinks, But why?
Haven’t I made all people equal with a chance to succeed?
Provided the path, paved it, and they destroy it with greed
Now they’re pleading for forgiveness, ruined my work
The body is my temple and they destroyed it, those jerks
I laugh when they ask for a second chance…
And why?

Then with one last gasp the Christian asks, then sighs…
Why not?