Dear God, I’m a soul so pure; I have fed the poor, worked charitably, honored thy father, thy mother.
Dear God, you gave a perfect servant cancer?
Dear God, I lay tortured in my last bed, agonizing my last breath. What grounds could a man so pure
Suffer so?

You are going to die.

Dear God, I feel the splintered sin in my flesh, I have done wrong,
I know.
Dear God, I have not gone to church in several fortnights, I loathe my weakest enemy more than myself, I have desired for youth, fine looks, wine, and crafter.
Dear God, forgive me. I know I have sinned,
I know.

You are going to die.

Dear God, you have forsaken an honest man, strong man, I question the ethics, the loyalty, the method!
Dear God, what tragic, mysterious, and unknowing way this is, this torture, this hell.
Dear God, what is thy true plan?

You are going to die

Dear God, you ignore my pleas, I commanded, I asked, I spat, I cursed, and I cried, yet you refuse
To answer, to satisfy, to give what an honest man has earned. An answer to a simple question.
Dear God, I’m speaking to one or none? My words ring with ambiguity unbenounced to God.
I wonder, is one there to receive my final cry, my final thought? With final breath I ask, God, you there?

You are going to die

Dear God
Dear God
Dear God

I know.