Am I?

Why does evil prosper and good suffer?


Why are they rewarded and not punished  as they should be?


Why is this world so upside down?


Is it because the end is near?


Has the battle begun?


Is Jesus coming tomorrow or soon after?


I hope so because I just can’t take much more of this stupidity. 


I’ve suffered too long. 


From coming near death and the suicide of my precious son. 


I just wish it was done. 


We need a new regime. 


Something completely different. 


Tip the scales. 


Judge everyone. 


Get rid of the evil. 


Send them where they can’t do any more  harm. 


Where they belong. 


Now. 


Before they destroy everything. 


Chase the evil away. 


Shut and lock the door to hell. 


Please Jesus. 


Rectify this horrendous situation. 


Because I can’t be the only one who is 

done. 


Or am I?



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