Blind man's God

Can't you see, blind man!.

Ye, Can't see, cause I'm blind , and I ain't sorry for that. 

You do see don't ya, still you stumble and make others stumble, why may I ask. 

You get pleasure in it don't ya brother!.

I sit in a room quite like and I still get abused , cause I don't laugh with you, at the sadness you hurl at anybody you like or don't like, children throwing stones at frogs.

But, you are grown up, or you ain't.

You ain't, cause you hurt self and others, whereas grownups didn't, in yesteryears. 

There was one Satan, one ravan then, but , now there is no Jesus, no Ram now .