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Our Beds Been Made

hosh1314hosh1314 Posts: 63
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Beneath my façade lays the strife
Where the stalking butler holds the knife
I’ve been missing for a night
Cries of worry fill the sky
Now it seems my beds been made
To these demons I’ve been enslaved
Wonder how it got so bad
It seems our Father’s getting mad
Sitting high above my pain
Shuffles cards for next card game
This God of mine punishes all sin
We don’t deserve peace within
Hear the prophets scream and cry
Must repent before we die
This thing called life is just a game
Fuck free will
Our beds been made
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  • FancyFacadeFancyFacade Posts: 330
    your words say exactly what i have tried to say for a long time....
  • FancyFacadeFancyFacade Posts: 330
    except that....life with God...is really enjoyable. once you realize that God is very merciful, kind, loving....and that if you gave your life to Him, it is simply a romance with Him; you finding out how much He loves you more and more every day...and that He is the only one you need....ive reached the point that i dont even desire a man....(not gay either)...i just dont care. if all i had was Jesus for the rest of my life, i would be very happy....cuz He never lets me down.....
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