"If god can bless the child that’s holds his own, why is it it feels so wrong?
I thought the plight of being right would prove to seed the good I’ve done?
I can’t condone all that I’ve done, should guilt hurt worst than sticks and stones?
can angels have a dirty face, he’s rising up from hell’s unknowns?
Apologize for things I see were less or just so wrong of me
But how long should I suffer just to show I’ve learned from unjust deeds?
Is punishment so stubborn that the guilty have no peace to seek?
my art of war internal. clashing good and evil inside me
In seeking forgiveness even I will only go so far
Especially, for those themselves with actions they should answer for
Let he without sin be the first one to throw these stones at me
But I don’t know of saints. is there none to pitch this judgment that they speak?
Did they take our minds and rape it clean of all the jewels that lay?
It seems that we accept the lies and do connive, but who’s mistake?
Won’t life charm and persuade thee to give them all with no delay?
Mind, spirit, and body is the cost of life. what did you pay?
Should these rites I face have me alone, leaving roots I‘ve always known?
That web of lies from which I’ve grown, you promise there’s no place like home?
a place where i can rest my head? my sanctuary, none they said
As they invade, disease, and spread this misery I wish I fled"
written late '08 probably. i'm sure we've all asked and even questioned ourselves with such things at one point. i won't say i found the answers, but... i've found what works..... most of the time anyway.
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