God please don't **** me before i find Your flaws...
Life nowadays is full of men who are either corrupt or unacquainted with any laws...
You created us all after Your own image but each time i look into the mirror i see a blood-thirsty devil.
I've seen too much blood shed and You stand still
God please no more empty reveries.
This world needs more recoveries
Religons are made for vultures
I see nothing but promises in my future
God we need no prophecies
Your divine presence is highest infinity
I am a soul-eater by Your Holy creeks
Damned,but i know my good greed
Endlessness in heaven is acceptable.
But mortality is the greatest gift here on earth as our days are getting more destructible.
You catch our every tear and capture our every prayer.
Before You we bow,with our innocent endearing.
Blinded by obedience and unstateable feelings.
They are not close to heaven...nor are we to Hell
The 'dark matter',our very hearts,under Your holy spell
God,Thou art one paradox before men and angels
Remain a mystery,an enigma,a divine angler
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 9:35 AM UTC
God please don't **** me before i find Your flaws...
Life nowadays is full of men who are either corrupt or unacquainted with any laws...
You created us all after Your own image but each time i look into the mirror i see a blood-thirsty devil.
I've seen too much blood shed and You stand still
God please no more empty reveries.
This world needs more recoveries
Religons are made for vultures
I see nothing but promises in my future
God we need no prophecies
Your divine presence is highest infinity
I am a soul-eater by Your Holy creeks
Damned,but i know my good greed
Endlessness in heaven is acceptable.
But mortality is the greatest gift here on earth as our days are getting more destructible.
You catch our every tear and capture our every prayer.
Before You we bow,with our innocent endearing.
Blinded by obedience and unstateable feelings.
They are not close to heaven...nor are we to Hell
The 'dark matter',our very hearts,under Your holy spell
God,Thou art one paradox before men and angels
Remain a mystery,an enigma,a divine angler
G.F.Ferguson/September 2010
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