Calling God

Come meet me, please feed me

of your stories so true.

You know I’d been long gone
if it wasn't for you.

-                                  I’ll tell you this much of the world you live in:

            There’s no room for good, it’s so full of sin.

Come find me, please mind me

when I beg for Thee.

I feel all so reclusive,
I’ll never be free.

-                                  We've all been pre-punished for all of our crimes,

            that’s why I know how to handle hard times.

Come see me, please free me

from this terrible pain.

I don't have much left,
there’s no time to explain.

-                                  I've lived through my live maybe to blindly.

             So the one thing I know there ain't that much to see.

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You know, when I wrote this I was as sober as hell.

You can’t find any other this whole story to tell.

I've been left here to die, I've been into deep.

While crossfiring sides my wisdom do weak.