Show us the way.
With writings left for me to sulk, that form glowing embers of fire in my eyes.
A false deities touch leaves me scorned to remember a devoted love that kills.
Like a thorn embedded on my side.
A man who died for a loss, while others threw stones while nailed and tossed on the cross.
Stabbed with a holy lance by chance?
You say there is hope in scriptures even at a glance?
One might say there is more faith in novel's of love and romantic.
Yet, I still believe you.
As if this is a test for me to meet you.
To greet you.
To see you.
To reside in a holy kingdom, only one can comprehend to dream too.
Yet I can't enjoy this life, when I cant conprehend you.
Problem's and commandments for me to endure and follow.
For when my hole seems a little more hollow.
To the churches, RUN.
The heard awaits for me to follow?
Once in, the church's officer waves his basket wand in search of woman and men's hard money like some sort of lotto.
This is a place of worship?
"Serve and obey" should be the new motto.
After all this I still find myself to believe you.
For you forgive me father, for I know not of my sins.
When I chose to unfollow.
So if you deny my entry to gates's.
I will understand.
For I was born to die, to be denied to come in.
So to hell I go in the land of hate, I'll fit right in.
Where you gather, all the restless souls that have gracefully sinned.
From the start I had a hunch it was already too late.
Not just me, but by the bunch we invariably ate at the devils buffet.
And now were here.
Reaping what we've sowed, gluttony has now turned into insatiable hate.
Now we know there is a price we have to pay.
Not pray, and no tips.
I owe it to you this, I'll respect your decision on this final day.
So now please.
Just show us the way.