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.