Are you there, Lord?
I need to know
I need the truth
I need it so
I do not know if acts of mine
Are of free will, or yours divine
The more I ask myself of this
The less I think that you exist
Why won’t you simply speak to me?
Why won’t you show yourself to me?
Your Book says you have done, before
So why not talk to me, my Lord?
I hate this feeling, yes, it’s so
I hate that I will never know
I hate that you seem more to be
A solace that is false, you see
If it’s all true, you did this, right?
You cause this torture every night
You are the one who writes my fate
And makes me empty, yet filled with hate
I only ask one thing of you
Why do you do the things you do?
Why do you make us fight, and kill
Is this your meaning? Is this your will?
None of you makes any sense
And I will never recompense
I choose to live as I see fit
You did this, Lord. It’s you who quit.
