Judgmental screams

a desperate letter to god written by a man who wishes to justify the murder of another

I'm not dead yet, aren't I entitled to a fair trial?
Where have all my good deeds gone, my nice, clean soul?
Why must every morsel of goodness perish with every beam of self-righteousness?
Where is my jury of the damned?
I simply ask for what is mine, I taught my share of students, my children, my wife
I taught myself to compensate for the economical loss that you have put upon my dear head, must I suffer for wanting to better my living condition?
No blood spilt on my hands, no,

I am not dead yet, I am entitled to a fair trial
let god designate my destiny

I have suffered enough,
my ears cannot bear your judgmental screams.