To a god,

Still, to this day, many thoughts flood my mind.

I look around and all I see is suffering.
Suffering all around me!
Suffering of my fellowmen!
Suffering of my family!
Suffering of everyone I love!

Is there a reason why you would allow this?

I see people driven to madness,
People driven to sell themselves
People driven to death to live
And people driven to believe in you.

Your people believe in you.

They believe that you will save them
That you will end their suffering
That you will grant them eternal life
That you will change their lives.

Still, to this day, I weep for this world.

How could suffering exist if you are here?
How could death exist if you are here?
How could wars exist if you are here?
How could you leave us if you are here?

Humans, such as I, want you to be alive.

We hope that you do exist.
We hope that you will end our suffering.
We hope that you will grant us salvation.
We hope that you will make our peace.

And yet, you despite my words, you are still not there.