Pastor Sin

CATEGORY

life

I feel Earth crying to me, like we had a previous relationship and she once knew me, even at birth death started on his Mission to pursue me, took a deep breath strong, screaming at the top of my lungs to live on, destiny and a path found me, demons all around me, seeing them in my sleep insidious no sounding, on my knees, pitiful pleas to God. No answer cut off like the Israelites with no commandments, permanently damaged, I've broken every law set before me, my sin precede me no glory, no grace, and I am not trying to save face I just wish I knew my place, now I feel it's too late, some say never, tell it to my debtors, trespassers amongst us, we been hung up, former shells of ourselves, like no intelligence dwells, anger and confusion swells, and dead men tell no tells