Excused?

The breeze through the woods..
The howl at the moon..
The flock of feathers..
The cherries maroon..

They say he speaks to you..
Through all his conceptions..
Says he loves and cares..
Despite lack of devotion..

But the crying cradles..
The screaming doors..
The raging streets..
Where hatred pours..

All hassles get you thinkng..
Are we really excused?
For wrecking all he creates..
For not healing that is bruised?

The quaking mother earth..
The intruding oceans..
Are his ruinous ways..
Of judging our notions..

Taken, that wasnt cared for..
Erased, that had no respect..
We shall be left alone, empty..
With no chance to regret!