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Dear Almighty Power,

You may not know who I am, but that's okay...I don't really know you that well either.  You see, you have so many nicknames masking your real identity, I don't know what to believe anymore.  Some people call you God.  I've heard Buddha before too.  And every now and then, the name Allah comes up.  But the important thing is YOU rule this world that I live in...or at least most people tend to believe so.  Can I ask you some questions?................I'll take the silence as a yes.

Why do you take the childhood away from those who need it most? Little girls growing up with memories of being called sluts.  Parents screaming "F*** YOU! I WISH I NEVER HAD YOUR DUMB A**!" Bruises like these lodge themselves into the flimsy bodies and corrupt the soul.  An eternity isn't enough to heal these wounds.  Beatings are handed like balloons at a parade.

You know, Grandma used to tell me that God will throw lightening bolts at me for being bad; for breaking his natural laws. Well God? Where's the lightening bolts to vaporize the scum of the earth now? You see, I'm tired of seeing insults being thrown. I don't want to hear anymore glass shattering. And don't even MENTION how often knives hit their targets.  Please tell me Mr. Almighty, why are the innocent attacked?  You don't send guardian angels to protect humanity from the darkness anymore?  

All over the world, people hide out in the mountains, in the jungles, and in every corner of hell.  They're persecuted because of their religion, or their political party, or God knows what else.  They hide in the monster's closet, hoping and waiting to get out...but they know that there is something out there waiting to destroy their very existence.  

What happen to the world where good overcame evil. Where the bad guys got beat up by the good guys? Where everything actually seemed okay?  I don't want to see anymore bruises blossoming.  

Why do the corrupt people thrive in this world? Why do you give them another chance to hurt more innocent victims?  What kind of person are you? How do you live with yourself knowing you have the power to make this world a better place, and yet, stray bullets hit innocent children...

Why are you so quiet? Why aren't you doing anything to solve things? I'm pretty sure the world would appreciate it if someone FINALLY stepped up to lead us to a better world.  Oh wait, that's me.

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