Are we nothing more than His playthings

Foolish, mindless puppets bound by strings

Forced to feel the sorrow that hate brings

Made to feel as if we are nothing

 

Are we nothing more than His tools

That He laughs at and calls fools

Binding us by strings He spools

So that we may follow His rules

 

Are we nothing more than His game

Does He even feel shame

He is our father from which we came

But why does He inflict pain

 

If we are something more

Then what are we here for

Perhaps to entertain this boar

So that He has something to write in His precious lore

 

Why would He make us with sin

Are we not His kin

Does He have a heart within

Were we just made for Him