feel like a trapped soul; being swallowed by the world.
Falling upon my bed of sins, a tall-tale that creates another person; a story told. As the people of heaven and hell stalks my existence, for nothing lingers in the dark hours. Nothing could ever be that consistent. We, destroyed by the lies we tell ourselves, fall into the deepest pits makes us want to crawl into our shells. Cheating ourselves out of everlasting elevating bliss, we settle for transient delight, surrendering our eternity. The peace and happiness in our lives. Do we not fear the breakings in our covenants. We start to walk down the hills of our future but, instead our body starts tumbling.

I feel only guilt for when upon the throne he asks of me. Speechless in my ways; the doubt and regret it's eating me out so very terribly. But he who not know he is watched by the eyes of many, Continues to fall off the path of exaltation and dwell in the shadows of the natural man. But expects his God to take petty.

Who am I? My past has shown me. I know right from wrong. How will he forgive me if not I forgive the simple foolish acts of people who stand against me? Will I live in the world or, of the world? Time runs fast in the lives of a being, for it is brief. He only asks of me. "Come home"...