God Is My Bitch
Your God is my bitch. Your God tries and tries to make me His, but He is my personal bitch. And like any good bitch He will do what I want before He can answer your prayers.
God is my bitch because I don’t believe God exists, so God is unable to trick the mind in thinking God exists, so your collective God wastes time trying to convince me it exists by your God’s street preachers, television preachers, evangelists, priests, and collection of other speakers with God. Their mortal voices don’t have the power of God because God doesn’t exist. I remain unconvinced and none can prove God, but any tool of God is more than willing to use all their time to convince a smart person to be dumb and believe in God then help some one who believes.
And if you do believe, once you believe, God wouldn’t care. If He cares at all. If there is God, HE DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOU!
I don’t care about Him because He doesn’t exist. And Because of this God is my bitch.