I am a 26 year old man who has gone to church basically all my life. I said the "sinners" prayer at 5. I prayed to God for forgiveness of my sins and to come into my life much later when I was older to know what I was doing. My parents were strong christians and so they brought me up going to church every Sunday as well as most of the other days of the week. My life has consisted of ministry, ministry, ministry, ministry. I was heavily involved in ministries at my church. I even went on several missions trips to spread the Gospel. My parents also put me through private christian school which was part of the church. I never attended a regular "secular" school. All of this being said, I have been in a church for about 90% of my life up til now. I'm tired of worshipping a God that created a faulty world.

I still believe in God but I don't understand how he can bring judgment on his own creation. He made it. He made the wings of the angel Lucifer which most know as Satan. How messed up is that. It's like an inventor building a robot and purposely putting a flaw in the robot (broken spring or whatever) ... the robot malfunctions ... and the inventor starts yelling at the robot ... "You stupid robot, I'm throwing you in my furnace to burn forever!" Really the inventor should be yelling at himself for building a fucked up robot. I wrote a prayer to God .. you can read it below:

 Dear
 God  Or to whom it may concern I find it kinda odd You created
 a world to burn You knew all things Even before time began You
 brought this evil man Straight outta the sand Hail the King
 of Kings The one who made Lucifer's wings Am I dreamin or could
 I be a demon? Born a tomb  From a womb fertilized with wicked
 semon Satanically schemin That Adam  What an odd man God's Plan
 Created then Damned From A to Z Am I your blasphemy? If Im a
 damned soul Then knoll the death toll Let me get swallowed into
 a black hole All is outta control The evil is unbearable But
 the fear stops here So let me make it clear God if your throne
 had a phone I'd call and say leave us the fuck alone We're all
 prone Since the day we were born Now our lives are withered
 and torn Why do i pray to this essence Your eminence is higher
 than us peasants I must've been crazy To have praised thee As
 the world suffers  All that matters to you is your glory This
 isn't a new story And I don't speak alone Go ahead and ignore
 me Cuz I know you don't own a phone Why do I get the feeling
 Like I'm talking to the ceiling I'm not worthy for an answer
 When I see my friends dying with cancer Why would it matter
 As long as somehow your head gets fatter On your spiritual ladder
 I don't care which rung I'm on Right now I'd rather be gone
 Pass down your judgment  Send me straight to Hell But do this
 world all a favor And damn yourself as well  Amen

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