Sep 2015
September 27th 4:56 am
Sunday school never sang me the song of the night terrors. Never taught me how to wake up from disaster to calm. My heart races as I continue to pray.
The bible a book in which neither fact nor fiction but figurative scenarios that were made to be the peace for those who know there's nothing that can save us. We just wanted a salvation for mistakes. a home in which our wrongs were forgiven. And each story has my eyes rolling in circles and my faults screaming for release. The author was my entire life in a bucket hanging on a tight rope, step by step i prayed to fall. Father, I didn't mean it. I was bent on a bargain between heaven and hell before I could even say I'm sorry.
Penance could never cleanse me. My mind is so filthy I could be 6 feet deep in a shower and still be dirtied.
Amen amen amen I want another chance but when your skin is all dried up, purgatory is where you rest.
Sunday school never sang me the song of the night terrors. Never taught me how to wake up from disaster to calm. My heart races as I continue to pray.
The bible a book in which neither fact nor fiction but figurative scenarios that were made to be the peace for those who know there's nothing that can save us. We just wanted a salvation for mistakes. a home in which our wrongs were forgiven. And each story has my eyes rolling in circles and my faults screaming for release. The author was my entire life in a bucket hanging on a tight rope, step by step i prayed to fall. Father, I didn't mean it. I was bent on a bargain between heaven and hell before I could even say I'm sorry.
Penance could never cleanse me. My mind is so filthy I could be 6 feet deep in a shower and still be dirtied.
Amen amen amen I want another chance but when your skin is all dried up, purgatory is where you rest.
