In the guise of a father
God came to me
He knew I needed help
He let out his index finger
I held on to it
Trusted him
Hugged him tight
Snuggled in his tenderness and care
And toddled my way through crisis.
In the guise of a mother
God came to you
He knew you needed help
She let out her index finger
You held on to it
Mistrusted her
Throttled her heart
Enjoyed her writhes and groans
Until she left in tears.
God helps those who help themselves.
You failed to help yourself.
Here lies the difference between you and me.
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