Letter 2 the Lord

Dear Lord, something tells me that in my last letter I wasn't as open with you, I could've done better There were things on my mind That I sought And fought To put behind It's difficult to paint a piece of art Without the proper heart But why is it on any given day, I come to you for blessings But only end up learning harsh lessons I feel you try to teach me Without an effort to reach me At the same time the Devil tries to leech me As well as try to preach to me Loud as a bell toll God cleanse my soul You're my savior I was told Grant me life as i grow old Every other situation Leads me to temptation Whether participation In suicide or fornication A fight inside Between humbleness and pride Rid me of this anger I wish the Devil was a stranger But he's not The cause of my soul to rot I'm getting so hot Hand me a glass of cold Holy Water, and I need a lot You think I'm reading poetry, but I'm just talking You grin because you think I'm running to you , but in reality I'm walking Taking my precious time I know denial is a crime But we on the same side Like lemon to a lime Spiritually wounded by the Devil's knife I attempted to take my life Depleted of my might Trying to discontinue the fight Begging for your forgiveness I align myself with the Christians As the Devil preys on me I pray to you If I lay on my deathbed, my pillow is truth Under it is blessing money, like I lost a tooth I'm scared so in your open arms is where I retreat to On a winding path To unleashing my wrath Up to my neck in sins I need a blood bath But from your flesh is the blood that I need To sanitize my heart of gluttony and greed The first 2 attempts failed, but the 3rd may be the charm At that moment I may not be able to grasp your arm This is the beginning of my troubles But they've seemed to double Please clothe me in this cold weather As I prepare for you, my 3rd Letter...Letter...Letter