God, I know enough that you love me,
but my wicked-ness, will never save me.
I've been the chaos and the storm,
Its too late to save and be reborn.
I've hurt the young and vulnerable,
I have no love that is salvable.
I never laid a hand on a child
But I did release the hale,
and verbally rocked the cradle.
It made me sick to my stomach,
There's nothing worse than this.
I honestly can barely sleep
until my brother of my keep
can get me diazepam pills,
They destroy all my hills
and numb this nasty will.
Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 11:55 AM UTC
God, I know enough that you love me,
but my wicked-ness, will never save me.
I've been the chaos and the storm,
Its too late to save and be reborn.
I've hurt the young and vulnerable,
I have no love that is salvable.
I never laid a hand on a child
But I did release the hale,
and verbally rocked the cradle.
It made me sick to my stomach,
There's nothing worse than this.
I honestly can barely sleep
until my brother of my keep
can get me diazepam pills,
They destroy all my hills
and numb this nasty will.
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