The Boy Who Cried God

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He lonely and he was sad
He was pissed and the world
And pissed at his dad

His so called father
Of light and health
Rich but with no fame nor wealth

Creator of all and bigot of none
Light and refuge from his eyes
And even a mighty undead son

"God, can you hear me?" He whispered
There was no answer
No sound of voice and no shout

"Father, I need you.." He said through tears
"Please forgive me of my sins, forgive my tongue and wretched life, bless my soul and give me light, God I beg you, please tell me you're there..."

There was nothing

There was no sound

There's still no echo to rebound

So he threw his bible and yelled a curse

The book fell down and made a hearse

He then turned and there he laid

Meaning gone and life unpaid

One boy called wolf and got the fangs

He called God and got his blade.

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⏰ Ultima actualizare: Oct 18, 2015 ⏰

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