God is just a kid with an Ant Farm 

God 
an idea posing million and one questions 
I am not sure 
if I am a believer 
or a hater 

I know not if God is a He
or a She 
or just an unexplained oddity 

I've searched for your existence in books 
in magnificent places of worship 
in scientists and priests 
in life and people 

but your absence has been telling; 
though the wars and genocide 
unmoved by the rape and plunder 

I haven't felt your wrath 
on the sophisticates lording over the weak 
your voice silent in the dark alley of my hell 

are we puppets 
all of humanity 
or did we just fuck it all up
and it blame it on God 
maybe we are the oddities 
the human race. 

© Lost