As I look back at the tortured past
That I held within my life
I am unforgiven by God by being devious.
Up there he’s looking down and frowning
And God isn’t too pleased with.
The angels who are with him
Look down and I don’t see halos
too many clouds in the sky
And not enough beauty in the world.
Damn life’s too short.
And I ain’t been forgiving myself for this.
But the Lord himself
Isn’t too pleased with the way I act.
I am like “God why don’t you forgive me?”
And he’s like “Damn boy why should I?”
I don’t appreciate my life to know.
That God and the Lord are pleased
I say a home isn’t a home anymore.
And I just can’t explain it all the time.
God is looking at me with a frowny face.
And I am looking at him frowning upon me.
God said, “Jesus won’t forgive your sins for that boy.
And he’s never dying to prove that to you.”
I am bending down on one knee and asking God.
“I want to be a Christian but I just don’t know how.
But you’ve forgiven me plenty of times before.”
Sadly the Lord himself won’t be dying any time soon
And I am unforgiven for the life I deserved.
“God, please can you see I am a sinner who isn’t
Trying to begin a new life sin-free?” I told God.
God responded back, “You better be a sin-free guy
Because we as the ones in Heaven should forgive
You for that sin you’ve committed.”
And I said, “What do you mean God?”
He said, “Tsk boy. You’ve killed your baby sister.
And left her body down by the riverbed to rot.”
I’m like “Damn God. Can’t you let that bullshit go?”
And he said “Aww hell naw!”
God and I weren’t much of in a talking mood since.
And he’s been frowning upon me for the time being.
“Well then God. You sit there and sulk.” I said to him.
And he’s like “Your home isn’t a home anymore.”
And I said, “Why is that God?”
He simply replied, “Because you’re a murderer and
who shall not be in the home without your baby sister.”
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