your prayers,i dont feel them in my heart.it is not hate that i stare coldly at the
son of god.i can not force the blood of christ to follow through me.god is love and
his love is dead.
drown your sorrows in prayer but your prayers will never change the world. i separate
myself from those who chase the spirit,i cant fall to my knees and pretend like all
the rest.this is a soul that doesnt need saving.
their paradise not mine,an illusion i will not believe.divine presence of perfection,turns
sour in gaze.why should i feel compasion for the suffering of your god.for all the
pain he allows,i gave him what he deserves. in the name of the father,in the name
of the son.where is the holy spirit,i feel nothing.as i stare upon the crucifix,i
feel nothing.for a god i never knew,i refuse to embrace,and live by his word.
i take not of his body.i take not of his blood.i dont need salvationor his forgiveness.i
dont want his kingdom.my kingdom is here.