The wail of Jesus

Yes I am sad,
Hurt and confused,
You are my creation,
I wish I could refuse,
I watch you wrap me up,
And sell me like a soap,
Is this why I created you?
You make me lose the hope,
I watch your sheer idiocy,
This delusion you call faith,
I keep curbing my anger,
You keep tempting the fate,
Why do you think I need?
Your menial propagation,
I am universal,
Don't need your adulation,
I keep sending the warnings,
But you don't get it still,
Call me by any name you like,
I exist and forever will.