Winter meditations

It is always me and God in these cold nights

The usual questions I ask which He often dismiss with laughter,

You figured if you did not create the Satan concept we would not worship you

We would not be divided over which church serves you?

You probably deduct my woman's lifespan every time she is on her knees serving me

For you want all the kneeling to yourself,

For your pride

Another one just bent for me and you are yet to keep up,

Words you tell Nimrod when you compete on who has the most devoted servants

The same reaction earthlings give out over likes on their posts,

More followers and views means more money for content creators

More worshipers means more money for those who lead the church,

Should I simply replace you with a content creator who has more following?

They play God too when they do not respond to our messages

Your fellow men speaking alone in their inboxes promising a better tithe,

Harass these goddesses when they share their attention with multiple disciples

Is this why you have kept heaven hidden from us?

A precautionary measure?

Do you have electric fences?

Are angels your bodyguards?

Those who has died your army?

You must be paranoid considering the death rates every day

Who would have thought the Creator was a coward,

You are just like my father

You are just like me,

This is not a surprise

We are made in your own image afterall,

Why am I in the dark talking to the wind and hoping that you are listening?

You only listen to those whom you like

It has been established that I am not in your good books because of my writings,

Yet you summon whoever you like to join your army without consulting us

A flower plucked too soon we shall write on her memorial cards,

I therefore write and say what I like

What did he say this time,

Am I jealous again?

Does he think I will deploy his loved one as a punishment for his writings?

Questions you ask my guardian angels when I am drunk.