What is faith
In the face of insanity?
What is faith, when questions
Have no answers?
It's all part of the Master Plan
So I've been told all my life.
But whose Mercy is it
That visits such suffering
On such a beautiful person?
Who is it that visits death
On one so young?
Who creates, only to destroy?
A flower,
Wilting before blossoming?
Why such incredible pain?
How is it
That we have free will
When he that wrote the story knows the end?
Why, when you have the whole plot,
Do you allow injustice?
Why must you take her away,
When she has so much
To give here?
Can it really simply be better than an alternative?
But where is the free choice in that?
What is this Master Plan,
That leaves not enough food
To care for sickness, due to its cost?
Or crushing lightning in the brain
For over two years
With no reason or end?
No doctors actually serving human beings
As they were meant to?
Who value money over life..
What is this that leaves five years to live a whole life in?
Or less, with such torment at it's end?
In short
What is Faith
Where is Choice
Where is this Plan
Where are the Answers?
