Imagine how sad God is

seeing his children rip

each other apart

limb by limb.

No hesitation in our eyes.

I imagine He cries everyday,

just like me.

Deeply pained by the doings

of the world.

I know He

cries.

Sometimes I question His existence

less than I question the motives of my peers.

Not knowing beginning intentions.

Being afraid of the murderous atmosphere,

wishing to escape.

But we cannot.

Humans cannot, we are cornered by all of

the confusion that comes with

simply

being human.

But I believe

tears are streaming down the aromatic faces,

begging to be saved.

Maybe that's why He

also

cries.