Wednesday and Thursday pass all the while my crosses are still bloody.
I never stop asking what shade of white my father's beard was.
Turn out the lights and close the curtains cause it's time for your soul to have a taste of
Me. All me. Talking through your family and burning your ears from the inside.
Don't cry, don't CRY, you know it's good for you.
I've summoned your family told hold you down.
You love me. You trust me. You've let me into your heart.
Nevermind the animalistic blood in your eyes that's tearing you apart.
Just try to deny me.
Author notes
As a child, I was part of a family prayer...it turned terrible and I've lost my faith. Regardless, I still don't hate people or God. I just ask more questions now.
A contest entry
- "A Childhood View of Salvation" Lyric Prompt ~ TSO by Xianaria.
700 points, ended January 24, 13 entries
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Comments
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Thank you ~
Honestly, I'm not sure how this fits, nor what it's entirely about. I've read your AN and in them I am sorry for what you've experienced. God is not the sum of His people, we all make mistakes and misrepresent Him. I won't preach, I'll just merely suggest keeping your soul's eyes and ears open ~ they will see and hear beyond what we perceive.
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