And when I prayed for justice
But all you did was to ignore my cries
And kill me every day inside
I realized what kind of God you are
Impersonal, uncaring one
I assume to had overlook your character
Over the years
For maybe I’m just a bad child full of longing.
Now I’m nauseated even with the thought of church,
Now I don’t pray anymore .
You are a kind of entity who does not care,
But wants your creations to follow your rules.
You’re that kind of God.