God... I don't know what to say.

You were supposed to be up there.

You said we were the chosen ones,

You said you would help up through time...

I never really missed you,

I never really believed in you.

But in times that it's hard,

Just because you live here,

You think:

"Hey, I have a father up there,

A father who will keep me from trouble,

A father who will keep me from harm."

It's the way of thinking here around.

I changed my thoughts a long time ago,

I decided to believe in what I had wanted.

But answer me this, God,

When you said we were chosen,

Have you planned that the whole thing will do wrong,

And a woman with her child,

Just because another person,

One that believed in you in a different way,

Decided that she should die.

The child, too.

Tell me, God.

Is it fair to leave us here like that?

Is it fair to let us believe in something that's just isn't there?

If you went away, please give a sign,

So that we would start to fight for our own lives.

Background knowledge:

I live in Israel, yes, the Jewish little country. Not everything is white and blue, not everything is clear. The orthodoxies are saying that God will save us, but he hadn't... yet. I personally don't believe in him, and this thing is taking out my anger about his "character".