Clarity.

Why pray? You are gods.
Omnipresent and omnipotent.
You know what's on my mind,
you know the shape of my soul
and the weight of my heart.
Nobody knows it better in fact,
probably not even myself.
You see the things
that drive me happy and grateful;
you hear my sobs in the night,
telling all the sadness.
You sense my pangs of jealousy,
the waves of my anger and wrath -
and know their targets too.
There's no way I could make
the objects of my desires any cleaner.
My sins are all written down
in your books,
before I even commit them.
Protection and help:
the same as anything else.
I can't change your decisions,
for you are the superior ones;
I can't say anything
you haven't already heard from me.
Repeating all these would bore you,
I'm sure of that;
would exhaust my disturbed mind
and burden my heavy heart.
I don't wanna make promises
either empty or impossible;
you know me within,
you'll know what I've done
for everything I'd ask or thank.
Omnipotent and omnipresent.
You are gods. Why pray?