"God is sick today"
My prayer was answered,
With a no thank you.
God isn't here.
Alone,
He left me alone here,
With an empty prayer.
I can't understand why,
He had to do this,
To me.
No,
I won't be damned,
Because of false religion.
How can he do this,
To the world,
Leaving with no goodbye.
I pray every night,
But all I get,
Is no thank you.
God isn't here,
To watch over us.
I won't be damned,
For a false religion.
To the world,
God said no thank you.
To my prayer,
God said on thank you.
To his neglecting children,
God said no thank you.
No,
I'm no longer blind,
Because of a false religion.
God isn't here,
He hates us all,
God isn't here,
To answer our prayers.


"Get away"
Get away,
Step back.
You want this knife,
in your skin?
The fire in my eyes,
All the proof,
I need.
Get back,
Step away.
You want to be one,
with my blade?
Give me room,
You're suffocating me.
You want me to cut you?
Step back,
Get away.
I need,
Some space.
You want,
Me to cut you?
I'm suffocating.
The fire in my eyes,
Is all I need.
Step back,
Get away.
I'm not afraid,
To use my knife.


"God's epiphany"
Angels falling,
In god's epiphany.
Raging fires,
Burn their souls.
Ashes fall,
Burning wings.
Fight for life,
In god's epiphany.
Angel's blood,
Falls like rain.
Bathing us,
In god's epiphany.
Smoke becomes,
Our only home.
Angels burn,
Consumed by fear,
Of god's epiphany.


"Go"
Now I go,
And bleed to death.
You will cry,
When you see me,
On the floor.
With that knife,
Covered in blood.
Tears of scarlet,
Ran down my face,
As I cut,
That cut that ended it all.
You will cry,
When you see me,
Dead on the floor.
Because of you,
I went and killed myself.
If life wasn't,
So hard on me.
I might have,
Let my life drag on,
But it had,
To be so depressing.
Now I lay,
On the floor.
A corpse because,
You had to hate me.
You will cry,
When you see me…
On the floor…
Eternally bleeding









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