But mathematics 101 tells me that if I divide from the
original, then what remains is less
And since I’ve called You less frequently my affection has
drifted away
And since I read Your text less often I tend to wanna hear
what others have to say
Which leads me to forget what Your voice sounds like
Up
until now I used to wonder what divorce sounds like
Hell - But What If..
Amidst the confusion and noise, the reality of our reconciliation
seems impossible
And so I, tune out your sweet spirit, and I increase the
gain of my flesh
Blast the bass of my rebellion, and turn up the treble in my
mess
“But he was doing so good”
“That young man had a very bright future”
That’s what the people say.
And I can’t even argue with them
I never should’ve lost my way, God I never should’ve let the
shiny things catch my eye
Kinda like the little kid in elementary school who missed
his only chance to tell the girl how much he really liked her
I too wish I could turn back time,
Because now I’m saying
what if I had just stayed true to my calling
Or what if I had only been humble enough to say God can you
catch me I keep on falling
And it’s almost like Alicia, except I wish I was falling in
love
But I would love to fall OUT OF this miserable, terrible,
excruciating
Never-ending, ongoing perpetual burning pit full of liars,
lazys, lukewarms, and homosexuals,
Hell - But What If..
So now I, I cling to the memories of the last words I heard
You say “Depart”
And it breaks my heart and my soul cringes when I look up
into the Heavens
And I see all of you who said “God over everything” and actually meant it
So then the only thing I can think of now is “Wow, I’m in
hell..but what if..”
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