Heaven's rent

They say that heaven is ten zillion lights years away;
that God, who dwells within, done broke His lease today.

The water never got hot or cold. The utilities weren’t dependable.
No one came by for the trash, and the noise was just unbearable.

No one knows where God has gone, though some say up in the sky;
somewhere deep within the sun. Don’t look or you’ll burn your eyes.

Forbidden to look upon His face, you refuse to look into the mirror;
the plank in your eye is a bridge to nowhere, overreaching what can get no nearer.

So you’ve been left to your own devices, the evidence of your impotence;
mind divided, hooked on vices, too far gone to seek deliverance.

God’s tired of waiting for made up minds begging for second chances,
always trying to pray their way out of natural consequences.

Leaving fools to play their games in vacant lots and special classes;
put off by the stench that reeks from sagging pants and unwashed asses.

Who wants to see their children starve by feasting on empty edibles
just because they have no taste for truths that are healthy and available?

Having been neglected, rejected, and disrespected as a good tenant,
God has left the building, shorting you way more than His rent.

©04.01.17 ebn