Divine Betrayal
You turn a in dream into a nightmare.
Chasing something that you know I'll never be.
If we stay here, we're not together.
You leave me feeling hexed.
"You are in control of your own life," they say.
But I know every ounce of jubilation or poignant feeling I get is because of you people.
There is no such thing as coincidence.
There are no chance or twist of fate.
How about predestination?
The grave is not the final destination.
They say, "everything happens for a reason."
They say "a choice you make creates a ripple effect that causes other things to happen."
Yall are full of tales and fibs.
At first it was scarier and now there's a sense of humor.
Ill tell you the truth.
Come here.
Come close.
Jesus would hate you.
He would hate you all.
God is real.
He's just a demon.
The holy spirit is the mark of the beast.
You people put the evil spirit in Jesus christ.
Tortured and killed him.
Sent him to hell and then resurrected in his godly body.
"The good die young," they joke.
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