The Benefit of the Doubt

The benefit of the doubt By americus Faith in you, faith in me, faith in things we cannot see Faith is a girl with lovely hands, Faith is a girl who never falls only lands God isn’t real, he is dead, but i still think about him as i lay in bed But if god is real, when i die, i hope he will teach me how to fly Hell is your mind, your mind is dull, only feeling satisfied when we are full Ive tried to pray, pray and weep, but the only time i’m calm is when i’m asleep Swears are just words, your words are knifes, maybe this is why everyone dies If i’m lucky, i’ll die quick, my existence only being a scratch on a stick So i see why people believe in god, though the idea of him is so odd The world is so scary, a tough and deep pit of a cherry The devil is real though, he is here, he is with us, close and near He is human, alive and well, and he has moved out of hell And if the idea of religion makes me say a bad rhyme I hope God will just listen to me in enough time