He Is There

When I am turned on to something that turns out my soul I get broken and bad and bent like a bow Fallen angels of fury...with their arrows they take aim Pierced and soon poisoned...daylight turns to darkness...dizzy and drained On my deathbed I'm dying...I take a bold dare I cry out to Christ...He is there When I am down and disgusted and cannot be trusted...He is there When I am warped and I'm wicked...angry and addicted...He is there When I am flooded with fear and hear crooked ones cheer...He is there When I am lost like a liar...fallacy and fiction turns to fire from the friction...He is there When I am seeking only mercy on streets full of monsters...He is there When I am doing dark deeds for diamonds and dollars...He is there When the dirt and the dust deposit me in a spiritual dumpster...He is there When there is too much weight on my wings and it is impossible to fly...He is there When I call on a synthetic savior and all I see are snares...He is there When I am entrapped by an artificial angel with hellfire flowing from her hair...He is there When nobody comes and nobody cares...He is there He is there from the beginning to the end...through the thick and the thin Crime after crime and sin after sin When I am in pleasure or in pain I come to Him in prayer He is there