Where did all the good people go?

"I did not feel your love last century. I was captivated by the pain. Did you get my message yesterday? I left it with the Hindi critics by the river; I know I have always been a liar. It may have been your Christian's and modest Muslim saints pedaling over these crumbs you rent to your former number two man. It recently came like the snow by tomorrow's lake of fire. It just doesn't have to be this way. We are so gifted, the roars of hatred cries over the muffled voices of children surcome to tortures in so many ways. I dare not count the ways but I would like to remind you why we deserve another chance. Your heart beats a passion like no other. Yet still we have hearts chanting about in so many songs by your grace. You remember the first time you had spoken to us? Have you forgotten the many ways! We are still yet toddlers cradling your every word. Some of our first touches were transcribed and shared over fires and gatherings such as Solemn and Gomorrah. We were drunk with the refuge of freedom and your disgust had become enraged. Our days seem as though they were longer back then. The brim and fire quickly surrendered all of us another notion. There was a time when the kids who suffered assumed the misery would be over. It was later we realized the pain is still there and we are punished by two kinds of deaths. Our fathers looked towards the shy with bloody tears. Instead there ashes lace the ground with work from what seems like more years to come. Did we say our goodbyes to you then? Instead we regroup for a more formidable relationship. The tests of times have laid a pretty broken foundation with your name as the founder. We bite our tongues while enjoying small glasses of wines from the blood of a son they adore now. You knew our pain would run deep with the killing of your only begotten son. The centuries prior to last year still have not changed your mind but only have solidified us to this present day. When do your nights turn to brighter days? You tell us to endure this hour in darkness for it is only the night and morning will come but your heart has turn the page before I have said what though must say. I to have loved, lost, and must wither away. You have taught us a lot that we ignore and yet in still we managed to pick up some teachings in this time and age. Did you read my package before I had time to write it? Your critics wonder why I do not pray. Where else do I turn if we do not even get to start some place but we shall always have each other? This thin line between what prayers are and what they do must mean they are more than just words of actions because prayer changes. So I must give you these actions and dispatch them to these victims in hopes of a change.