Omnipetent

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I'll not pretend I know you by name as you have a multitude bestowed upon you Excuse me if your face or form is not familiar it's just there are more representations of you than there are fish in the sea I've not intended to ignore you when you've tried to speak with me it's just I did not recognise your voice It's because I've tried to speak with you bu t you never get in conversation with me Strangely though speaking at you eases burdens I have to carry without others favour On many occasions I've pondered whether your there or if you hear and if there is a point to the solice I seek But the one thing I ponder more than any other is if you are there to here my prayers or to grace my ayres Who do you turn to ? We let you down and leave you dissapointed most travesties coming from those who say there anointed Lest we forget the countless lost in your name Also the instigators who shield themselves in the name of religion Often I wonder what your intentions were for us I sometimes ask is this all it is But how can it be just this Purpose and reason surround us But through the bleakness of existence the fog begins to thicken further and further reason is drawn away A distant miniscule blob that lays dormant in people's minds What do you make of all the tyranny and persecution that is carried out in your name Why is that you do not intervene Why do you not help the boy who's mother is dying Or the girl who's been raped as she sits there crying What happens to the people that have died for nothing Apparently generations before my existence you gave my kind rules to abide by The principles that you guided us with were not complex and if followed would ensure that we all existed in harmony Why after so Many chances are we here I do not make this point with malice or contradiction but if you exist and you are omnipotent then could this all not have been avoided Why are we made to suffer for mistakes we did not make Is it fair to punish a man for another's crime Is it fair to force burden and toil on us for others misjudgement Reasons and answers are never far away however no matter how far or where I look the one thing I never find is the truth My moral compass never pointing in the direction I'd find true answers Always looking past faults and imperfections in myself and others but never getting any closer to the answer that obsesses the whole of your creations but always alludes the asker A somewhat infinite rhetorical question that no answer could be capable of fulfilment as there will always be a response of why