I asked God, why in His name
He should make a career of pain?
But He, thinking me absurd
Replied back not a word.
I asked again, why He should need
To make Man just to watch him bleed?
But He, occupied elsewhere
Acted like He didn't care.
I questioned then, why for heaven sake
He made the human heart to break?
But He, silent as the night
Shed not a ray of light.
I probed again, why life as such
Should conspire to hurt so much?
But He, turning a deaf ear
Pretended not to hear.
I cried aloud: "Why doesn't He
Who made the stars now answer me?"
But God, much to my despair
Confessed he wasn't there. . .
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