Reminiscing on and on... by Desser

Let me get this straight,
before I forget at one minute's notice,
that we were all put here,
on this Earth,
to just be turned around,
in war and dispair,
then killed without a second's warning,
at least of knowing.

And let me get this straight,
you, of all people,
if that's what you really are,
just come up with these ideas,
whenever you damn well please,
putting them here on this planet,
letting them unfold before you,
and ontop of us,
ruining just about everything,
except for what you like,
and i guess what you care about.

And how about those who love you,
the ones who care what you have to say,
those who followed that guy,
your wonderful and perfect son,
those dreadful sinners who,
of all people don't deserve crap,
who cannot wait to see your face.

Is it what we did,
what we were given as one of our gifts,
inteligence, curiousity, free will,
the very evils of human nature,
that turned your stomach,
that got you steaming,
pushing your ways through the world,
as hurricanes, earthquakes, tsunamis,
the very wrath of your nature.

Is this fair?
I must admit to you,
you have the advantage,
the hand at large,
the best perspective of it all, literally,
but...

A shrugging of the shoulders,
whether you want it or not,
is in call here,
a question that I know many have wondered,
whether there be a question or not,
you always have the answer,
and I suppose that's one,
of so many,
that we must wait for.

And so, if I may get this straight,
you still love us,
right?