I never believed in the existence of God. It’s funny seeing people who survived near death saying that God granted them salvation. It’s hypocrisy to say the least.

If god truly exist, why did he didn’t come to save us? Perhaps he never truly exist. Perhaps people had always been worshipping nothing but a figment of their imagination.

I took a last glance at the town covered in flames. I have lost everything. My family, friends are all gone buried under the rubble of the past. Will this how I die I wonder. I tried to stand on my two tiny feet. 

Yet I couldn’t…

Is this fear I wonder. I lied beside the dead bodies of my parents, covered in thick layers of rubbles. I dig and dig through the mountain tall rubble with my small hands. Perhaps I wished even a little bit that they were alive. 

But I knew that was impossible…

I shed a tear while laying beside them. Perhaps this is where I leave. It seems like I be joining my parents afterall. 

I took a last glance at the horrendous monster that single handedly destroy my home.

~Ahh

I looked at me. That was the last thing I ever thought before surrounded by darkness.

If god truly exist, please make me have a great life with my parents in my next life.