To Whom Created

Source of all Creation
Where are you when creation is lost
By your will have we come to exist
Grown into a train wreck whose to clean up the mess
What have you put in charge
Have you set a ruler over our heads
To lead us into the dark and build the sands that sink us into abyss
Of all your creations who is lord of this world
With an infinite realm and deserted planets
Are we truly the only spectacle of whom has your undivided attention
If we are led by an all knowing creation
Than it has written our own triumphs but lets not forget the rest
Of when we have fallen into despair, whose story to tell
All the mayhem and cries is it truly an entertaining sight?
Is my downfall a pleasure to those in charge?
Has my kicking and screaming been to someones delight?
Has whatever darkness that envelops humankind gone unchecked by light?
Whatever mercy we see is at the hands of those already at our throats
What is a father who loves not his children
Or are only his children whom he selects, the ones he cares for and not the beggars he neglects
I guess some are not his favorites and were just the beggars asking so please
Whatever the case may be, cut the strings, drop the act, words only carry so far
True love is in the works, not promises left unkept
So Ill ask again, the source of all creation that exists, why have you left and instead put in charge this hatred around our necks?