I looked at the world, and questioned my God,
Where I searched or hoped, I saw only evil,
worst- goodness was shown false,
Icons, but wooden,
Words, but empty,
God, but the words of life,
I questioned my God,
Yet no longer,
I am not worthy to question him,
I am his object,
I carry my cross,
it is harder than death
In an evil world,
I live, realizing truth.
No one stops evil, the devil rules our world,
Cept when good people stop it, evil runs free.
I cried, and I cried, inside my soul.
I was angry and unsettled.
My world- upside down.
Yes the world is evil,
yet now I understand good.
I cling to my cross,
and worship the God,
the executioner of old, who will likely kill all now alive,
that eats children and adults, and gives me my pain
Yet, I adore Him, dear Deathly God,
I love my reaper, and sacrifice my existence, by living,
-Marc Evan Aupiais