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Lord I am becoming a dangerous man... I cannot breathe your light, I do not know where I stand. It is not like I needed to ask permission to live or believe in your religion; the one I was raised with. Lord I betrayed myself with a weary prayer. I yearned for remission. I was haunted by a guilty conscience, filled with monsters; was not ever warned that it was all just nonsense! Lord I am confident. I cannot include you with the decisions I make, By myself I will learn from my own mistakes. No longer can I pray that my wishes come true, I believe in myself more than I believe in you. Amen.
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Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 8:49 PM UTC
My Last Prayer
Lord I am becoming a dangerous man... I cannot breathe your light, I do not know where I stand. It is not like I needed to ask permission to live or believe in your religion; the one I was raised with. Lord I betrayed myself with a weary prayer. I yearned for remission. I was haunted by a guilty conscience, filled with monsters; was not ever warned that it was all just nonsense! Lord I am confident. I cannot include you with the decisions I make, By myself I will learn from my own mistakes. No longer can I pray that my wishes come true, I believe in myself more than I believe in you. Amen.
© Christopher Rossi, April 20, 2011
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christopher-rossi
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Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 8:49 PM UTC
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