Every time something terrible happens, I think the end of the world must be coming soon.
Because how much sadness can one world bare?
Then, I remember that the killing and the hate, those have always gone on.
And the only person who has lived long enough to see it all is God.
And if my heart breaks from the things I've seen, then His loving, full of mercy heart must be shattered.
And this is where my issues begin.
I don't think He's here at all. I believe He exists. I just would like to believe that if He had the power to control any of these things, they wouldn't be happening.
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