Children of no God

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With this cold stone laid to death, inside my chest,

its weight remindes me every step ,every turn,

Itake is an effort not to just lay down my head on this dirt,

to let the weeds strangling the little bit of me still left holding onto, a dream,

it only seems,

I lay banashied again,

my lies come to haunt me,

(man walks in the distance,cruel they say I am......)

its hard to breath this air, its thick with the scent of them,

my chest is heavy everyday for the loss of half of the me, and being placed

amongst these Children, with no god,

but a brother, egaul, and cruel as am I,

they can see me, cruel my guards are,

I am a lesser being, shoulder to shoulder, with this image of me,

extending a hand expecting me to be....

shit,

i feel the dirt under my feet for the first time, its real,

they want to touch me.

reality let this earth suck me in, but only covered, with dust.

How approiatte, symboplism is everything,

i better not here any man state that their name is adam.

Falling back i could into a dream,

if i cross paths with the one of them who let this edan become overrun with

these weeds of them...

My heart cold stone, laying death and as reminder of my loss of half of me,

this is the end of this glory, cold day, never-ending, hate is man here,

living through there misdeeds. I stand

I walk this earth, creating hate for men,

i wanted them to have a kind heart for themselves, selfish thing i am,

still, i obess with there love lost for me,

as my will lays in them still and they come asking continuously , why I hate them.

Unknowingly its myself i create pain in , staying silent,

that hurts

, that i strike out with hate on my image of me,

man, its not you, but you don't understand, the lie, that has me right in front of you,

ask the man to your right , not that stone, that represents glory of heaven amen foreever and ever me.

, iT is as unspeaking

of words, of understanding

what those words mean, where given for and who said them originally.

tomorrow I will not awake to the next day,

suffering this pain,

this hurt, for these Children of no God,

standing next to me.

I will not awaken tomorrow , this is to all end, I cannot suffer man anymore

, hurt on myself and on others that are pained in so many ways

my words, I

were pure, they feel aboddened and everything that understood to understand yourself and be great ,

unreaching lifting you above the dirt under foot, pure dust, no sediment dirtying your mind and bodies,

pure is a soul soiled redeemed, that never sinned at all.

let them all die today, so I do not have to wake another day,

suffering my own reflection, mocks me,

i hate the fact that my reflection is my own face, and my own face

is their reflection as well,

disturbs me.

They don't see me, selfhish things

they are all me.

eternity to inflict my image of myself, onto myself,

hurts more than not having my other side of one , love,

to balance out, this suffering,

with at least one day of comfort,

not matter what my sins my have been of yesterday,

no matter how far fallen out of grace,

never to far from the arm to reach down with love to help ascend back to the heavens,

understanding, me, understanding, my suffering,

myself, does occur,

no matter if my peers, only se me rejoice in my ego of sin for myself,

as i frolic in the heat of the sun and the earth erupting onto its surface,

to torture myself, repeatedly,

s they watch and shake there heads ,

why does he laugh and brandish that devilish smirk,

when will the brights star, burn out or burn as bright as he was to be ,

the highest mountain to all ....God, why do you do this to us,

speak and tell us what is your suffering,

please,

stop hurting us, up here and below, you entangle us all,

standing directly on that dirt of earth, that is your creation that soils your soul, yourself,

redeem us.

To why we guard over all these images of you,

not understood by the one who spoke them aloud and made us followers of your faith in one .