Don'T Blame Me
Why do you interrupt
and corrupt what I say.
Point your fingers
and say get away.
See me coming
and start to pray.
Blame me
for your bad day.
From your birth
till your end.
Always faulting me
for your sin.
I only tempt,
you have a choice.
Close your eyes to the son,
I’ll show you
lots of fun.
Give beautiful things
for which you can adore.
Alls for sale
in my store.
Like sex,
and drugs,
to make you forget.
Hell,
it will be our little secret.
So live your life
with no regret.
Stop treating me
with disrespect.
A life of bounty
for a small toll.
Just some spare change
and your
Soul…..
Copyright © Jim Campbell | Year Posted 2007
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