I am God

I weep for the people who uses my name in vain;
For people who were blinded by those men and dictated what to do,
what to think and what to speak.
I hate the preachers, hypocrites and the false prophets of what they called churches;
I have given my sons and daughter the gift of free will
Yet they’ve taken it away from them.
I have been given the power to rule over things
But I was forbidden to change everything.
I am ashamed and tormented of the weeping of my hurt and hungry sons and daughters.
They cry to me “father…”, but Did I’ve really been a real father to them?
I despise war, poverty and killings;
Yet I cannot give peace to them.
They bow to my powers but Why I’m so powerless on these things.
How dare you to call me God!
To reign in all things, dead or living
When I cannot end the sufferings of my children.
What If I am not… What If I am not the God that you want?
What If these powers are nothing but mere deceptions?
If I am the only God, Why I hear of various gods’ name everywhere.
The list are never ending.
Of course they are...a wild imagination of the people’s mind.
Then how could I be so sure that I am who I am?
What If I am just a product of a clever imagination;
A manifestation to differentiate the good from evil.
In order to guide the people of their own.
Me, the creator, who was created by his creations?
An imaginary father of hopeless children...
I should envy you, my sons and daughters
And my gratitudes be with you.
Without you there’s no Me.
Without you who believed I exist,
I will not.