Crash
Look, The proof is in the Bible
That must make me a disciple
Anyone who is against Christ lies
And I cannot deny Ive been down that road
But all we ever get is a sigh
People calling us "Bible bashers"
While the devil is in the trash
Teens thrash and OD on pills
No I don't live in the holly wood hills
No I don't get paid big bills
God only accepts wills
Not massive kills and murder
But why is there no order in the real world?
Because in Church it hurts deep inside
It hurts because outsiders are not more alert
Its a curse and it only gets worse
People die because of there choices
and all we can do is cry and wonder why
Its the meth that makes people crazy
the heroin that has no hero
people waste there life to zero
and here I am being called the weirdo
I'm trying to help not make them give up
the moral is this
Live and let learn
Just don't be surprised when you get burned.
Copyright © Seth Shirey | Year Posted 2015
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