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
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Americus Frederick
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