Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
I'll make you a messiah in my eye's: bright as light can shine. Become a figurehead of sorts. Idolotry's a hobby of mine. Your lips part and let slip, wine drank straight from the chalice Make haste and change your ways, the hour is upon is. Giving never made us any different, the greed was for redemption. Shall we drop these foolish notions? Or keep searching for the next one. Jesus, give me strength. Give me peace, power and pleasure. I want a big house. I want a hot car. Oh Jesus, give me pleasure.
0
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Lord of Mine
I'll make you a messiah in my eye's: bright as light can shine. Become a figurehead of sorts. Idolotry's a hobby of mine. Your lips part and let slip, wine drank straight from the chalice Make haste and change your ways, the hour is upon is. Giving never made us any different, the greed was for redemption. Shall we drop these foolish notions? Or keep searching for the next one. Jesus, give me strength. Give me peace, power and pleasure. I want a big house. I want a hot car. Oh Jesus, give me pleasure.
Written by
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 7:04 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem