No more sugar please.

It's days like this that make me believe in a God,
That vengeful Biblical deity that torments Job
and rains fire and brimstone upon the judged and misjudged.
The world seems like a floundering ship
where the rats are piling up over on themselves to avoid the bubbling water from catching up to them,
or a world of plastic and ugliness, a veneer over the chaos of irrationality.

It's days like this that I feel tested
like a Job whose belief in humanity is ridiculed, poked and prodded
and who has to lie down and breathe off the burdens of cares,who has to try and believe that the tone of resignation in his mother's voice is passing
and that the day will dawn brighter tomorrow.
For that he must believe in a Deity who has compassion in her outstretched arms,
who soothes the hatred in his own aching soul and in those of his brothers and sisters around.

But he cannot believe in the existence of Her,
not on days like this.