My God Pome

All the things i've come to bleed for in the past childhood held hopes that where never ment to last my inosence long since sinned away carrying the crossafix i'll hang from it's my grave but your beleafs be long to you in the end will they hold true when refelcting on the life you've lead and all the tears you've dread to shead and when you find your lost in thought contemplating all you not the promised bliss of ignorince whats my stance on gods apscence did he send his son as our savior are we the betrayer blessed but still damned by free will not to force thoughts apawn you simply to remind you there are other points of view so as you deside please keep in mind these are my revalations revealed