You claim to be omnipresent. You are a liar.
Where were you that night when she cried your name? You were nowhere to be found; at least you weren’t by her side. Where were you?
I hope your alternate selection for protection was a suitable one.
You allowed him to lay hand on the base of her neck and squeeze and utter those words so vile.
She lost her soul that night because of you, not him. She plaintively wailed and begged for your return, but you were off. At best case, you were saving countries and lives; at worst, you were answering a lothario’s prayer for a lay. You couldn’t even return to comfort her after the act. You were just too busy.
If anything positive arose, it was me. She finally closed her tear filled eyes. When she opened them, I appeared and she was happy to relinquish control. I have no soul. I promised to protect her. Unlike you, I kept that promise.
May the breath from your prayer return to your lungs in the form of acid.
May your hand sear as it touches my head, not hers. You can only wish to touch hers, but you can’t. You had your chance. You weren’t there. Why should she believe? Why should I believe?