Arguing With God

Arguing With God

There was a young man who said God,

It seems you’re an unconscionable fraud.

For you bay me improve,

But if I don’t, you reprove

Yet the one who designed me was God!

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Young man, you accuse me of doing my job.

For designing a contemptible slob.

But had I not made you so

You’d have no room to grow,

And have nothing to do but sob!

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But God, how can the flawed become flawless,

When everything they do is so lawless?

Wouldn’t it be better

To run about unfettered,

Instead of burning in hell without solace?

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My boy, don’t confuse perfecting with hell.

It takes some time to come out of your shell.

But to tear off your mask,

All you need is ask.

This secret I’m oh so happy to tell!

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Now wait just a moment, I say!

I would like some more time to play.

For eternity is long

And if I don’t play along

I’ll have nothing to do all day!