my lord, I am praying to you
but no amount of adoration will influence you in the slightest
why then am I subject to your whimsy
to waste my whole life in your worship
but change you it does not
my lord you are cruel
you have made us weak and punished us for succumbing
we cannot do as we please only you can
we are all your slaves but we do not serve you anything good
why did you make us to worship you when you could have made anything else
do you even care about us or are we your playthings
what difference does it make whether we obey or disobey
a disbeliever does not change your majesty in the slightest
my lord you humiliate us
our fate for eternity rests in the palm of your hand
heaven or hell it is up to your desire
to you we are all worthless
each plea for mercy a strain in your ears
tiny, itty, bitty humans
garbage counting in the trillions
my lord grant us mercy
from the fate of being toyed about like an experiment
grant us salvation from the hell you made for us
give us the paradise we all desire
my lord if my fate rests in your hand
be merciful be generous
let us follow our desires
what does it matter to you anyway