Butterfly

I watched a butterfly floating and fluttering without weight or heaviness. Mesmerized for a moment I suddenly understood. It's God! This is perfection. Not us, not mankind. We are the destructors of his divine creation. We_____ Us_____ are the true experimental test I mused? All other creation on this earth is not only simple and instinctive but perfect in every way. I believe in you God, it's right here in front of me..... your butterfly. Yet what gives men the right to impose a dictatorship on your creations? Your wishes? God...... do you bless me? Do you guide me?

You have watched millions upon millions of men, women and children not only suffer but experience torment, torture and death without justification.

MILLIONS AND MILLIONS!

SINCE FOREVER!

GOD?

Where are you when babies die, watching butterflies fly? So many stooped souls are crying out for relief and an end to constant heartache and pain. Where are you? In heaven, I know... comfortably observing your experiment of mankind destroying themselves in their pursuit of crusades and religion. In the name of God! It sickens me. Step up.....almighty God and save the suffering souls who do not need to saunter cluelessly into a stormy, bloody and horrible existence. SENSELESS!

Oh my butterfly glides without consciousness, pain or reality while we..... the appointed rulers of the maximum all fight a never-ending engagement with bloody horrible despair and death. It makes no sense???

The butterfly floats without compunction as we...... your rulers of earth and creed do not float at all. We ponder our battle of belief versus disbelief. Time to step up God! Send your beloved son to redeem our suffering! Is it not time? I was raised to rely on faith and have even recently started to attend church. God Bless! Amen! They all proclaim while the world around them is exterminating themselves.

The butterfly!

I want to be that butterfly. No nothing, no hope and hopelessness. No pain in the heart and no understanding that this world is EVIL! Let me be that butterfly Lord, my soul yearns. Why? I desire a diversion from what I know to be real. So many eyes closed and sunken in a daily torment of the soul. Why? Send him NOW!

I have been so close to death through obsession and passion, addiction and construction. My soul filled with anguish. Is it simply destiny all us millions that walk this earth in pain. Heaven talk to me now. I need to make sense of it all!

You have taken 2 of my babies and left me to wander..... well..... about everything. I still can't comprehend. My sweet Poppie, I curse you. I recoil from wanting to maintain any form of faith. She was perfection! My BUTTERFLY!!

Why not just end me now? God Bless! Amen! Hallelujah!