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Dear god, I know you hate me,
despite the fact you don't exist.
Your schemes and traps are so familiar -
you can't surprise me with these twists.
I thought you wished me to be happy,
now I'm in doubt that is the case:
for every puzzle I'm completing -
the final piece will get misplaced.
What is the purpose of existence?
You change the rules by which we play!
You think I don't see you are cheating?
You think the judges think it's fair?
I try to live inside your system,
but it's defective by design.
You act as if you never hear me,
is that your standard "holy sign"?
If what I sow is good and kindness,
why do I reap just grief and pain?
This doesn't work, so please explain it-
for whose mistakes you make me pay???
But I'm sad to say that the circumstances weren't
On our side