A Prayer, a Poem, or Whatever This Turned Into

Tears are the prayers that can't be spoken Love of God is love the can't be broken Dreams are wishes for God to see Thoughts are ways God talks to me The devil can talk through thoughts too Baptism makes those thoughts anew Confession clears those thoughts of grime But you must clean them more than one time The devil isn't all horns and fire He shows up as whatever you desire He floods your brain with pride and power He won't stop until there is none to devour He'll be a dream, whatever you need He'll give you everything, fill you with greed He will take when you are at your lowest He'll catch you when you are at your slowest There is only one thing you need the most It is the father, the son, and the holy ghost Only those three can stop you from sin They always conquer, they always win Now I sit here, thinking about these verses Is it a prayer to God, or the devil's curses Is it a plea for help, or a cry to God Is it a real feeling, or just a facade I want to say a prayer thst can't be spoken I want to, but there's a streak that can't be broken I can't let a tear slip even for my own good Even if I'm trapped on some piece of driftwood Even if a bomb would blow me to bits Oh homework oh homework you're giving me fits Nature's first green is gold But this green is getting old The leaf subsides to leaf So Eden sank to grief I can't have my way Nothing Gold Can Stay And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame There is not a chance he could Stop and take the blame O Captain, My Captain I wish you were here The ship is anchored safe and sound We miss you very dear The end is near Trumpets I hear The angels all exalting Once upon this midnight dreary, I'm feeling lost, weak and weary I feel sick in my stomach waiting for more My time has come, I hear the knocking at my door But there's just some bird there saying, "nevermore"