You call me a saint from my head to my heart while she makes me a sinner from the waist down
You can call me a sinner while I put you through hell and I make you a saint on cotton sheets
Hell seems so much closer than heaven but bad things can feel alright
To believe in a god is to be brainwashed anyway
Authors note: wow that was actually shite but I felt like a needed to post something for anyone who might still have interest in this lol so here!
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Poems I guess
PoetrySome poetry-ish things I've been working on, little writing pieces Idk just random things I feel like writing about.
