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
Copyright © Christopher Caldwell | Year Posted 2009
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