Dear God

Dear God,
He who resides in the machine,
He who types away all those quotes in the books,
He who whispers in my ears,
Dear God,
do you believe in me?
I don't believe in you.

If gods are real,
why am I standing here?

Do you see what's happened,
the suffering and the pain?
Do you think it fair,
as you sit there in your lair?

Well, then, let me show you a secret,
let me show you my side,
he who would disgrace your name,
and embrace it for himself.

I am sure you've met,
Truth be told,
it's been written in stone--
Just like in Egypt,
his name of believers was Set.

Wears the same color,
you'd know,
I gave it to him.
So I'll reap what I sow.

But my Truth is different.
That is to come true.

I have something planned for him.

The storm coming is me,
he is merely the rain,
but thunder is pain,
and a masochist cannot exist without it,
without me.

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So I'll give him what he's always fought,
what his true nature he would have never sought.

I will show him his true nature,
the reason why I sold him out,
years of torture,
this is what's been brought.

Do you hear that, brother?
Do you hear that Truth?
Pain is coming.
And its color is Blue.

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