We Love You Not Poem by heroine bard

If i was evil,
And so was the Lord,
What is our will,
But to hold a sword?
We destory the exsisting
Because he wasn't happy.
Again with the killing,
Not pleased with what he sees.

We doubt our religions,
And we don't play his game.
We destory our regions,
And we're stuck in shame.
God's hands are our causes.
He's made mistakes again.
So he repeats his pauses
And piles up our pain.
We kill and are never satisfied.
It's God's creation-
And my credit;
I've tried to say He's just a belief and a ruin
For taking our punishment, so stupid.

He loves us not.
Our bodies rot.
We're left today
To die and decay.