Devastation

You would understand, if you could see through my eyes, why I have the fact of hate and despise. Through the days of time, praying to God instead of shrines. Deep, dark secrets going through my mind so dreadful, I wish I could leave them behind. From time to time wishing I was never here; Watching my back from all these double-crossing peers. Always smiling in someone's face, while underneath I look with disgrace. All this pressure placed upon me like the great walls of the sea; Please, Lord, lift my soul so I can be with thee. And if I could save myself from this hurtful state, I would fly away to a much safer place. A place like the heavenly gates, where all God's love would erase my hate. And please, Lord, don't let it be too late-- because all I want is to be without hate in my heart-- for goodness sake.