Pain, suffering, mourning about it all.
Why can't I understand the meaning of it all, God's true call?
I thought about it long and without mistake,
I filled my mind with love and prayed until I heard no refrain.
My thoughts rebound and ricochet about,
I can't control it and neither can these restless legs who want to shout.
I realize now it truly all is in my head,
for me personally...God is dead.
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
Pain, suffering, mourning about it all.
Why can't I understand the meaning of it all, God's true call?
I thought about it long and without mistake,
I filled my mind with love and prayed until I heard no refrain.
My thoughts rebound and ricochet about,
I can't control it and neither can these restless legs who want to shout.
I realize now it truly all is in my head,
for me personally...God is dead.
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