It seems like I've been saying the same things over and over again, lately.
My inbox is filling up with messages of worried, fellow writers.
"God will find you one day, don't give up!" they say. But I'll laugh again.
After over 300 angst-filled God-hating poems, do you really think I'd change?
Don't answer that. Please, because I really don't want to know.
Is your life really that boring that all you have to do is go around and lecture them?
Lecture them about God and how they should pray and love him. I laugh again.
Hey, God-lover, I don't really care at all, so do you mind shutting up?
Your non-stop blabbering is getting kind of annoying, this buzzing in my ear.
Do you mind closing that large trap of yours? It's getting on my nerves.
How many times to I have to tell you that I don't want your prayers.
Haven't I told you that I don't think God's there for me, at all.
Haven't I told you that already? Why do I have to keep repeating myself?
So, fellow writers, take a chill pill, and stop trying to convert me.