As my eyes began to spread apart,

At mornings first burst of spark.

I could hear the chaos on the streets,

Already the temple in my head beats.

Another day in this hell-hole,

In my last life apparently I lied and stole,

Cheated, bruised spirits just as bad as murder.

And now every day I jump these hurlers.

I was told I’d end up here and daily burn in fire,

Because of the life I didn’t live right.

Walk around me soles peel from the heat,

Fire and brimstone at my feet.

This day has repeated to my dismay,

And nothing I do seems to stop it either way.

First to admit, I’ve spread my legs apart,

But each time I was just hoping someone would touch my heart.

Now it aches for the love I seldom had,

My body’s bent over carrying all these bags.

Another day in this hell-hole,

Apparently my name wasn’t on the scroll.

I’m praying to God to give me second chance,

But against my back I feel Satan’s hand.

He’s trying to push me farther down.

Keep this up and I’m hellbound.

Cause for the past 30 years I have fought everyday,

Just like the bible and the preachers use to say.

Forever burn in damnation.

Didn’t try hard enough for salvation.

They kept talking bout Christianity.

I kept thinking their talk was insanity.

Because Religion is for those hoping for heaven.

I’ve been in hell since I was seven.

Too young to murder, hadn’t stole one thing.

I read some bible re-written by a King.

Somethings in it just didn’t add up.

I used my sense of logic sometimes like, “What the Fuck?”

Slaves should obey their masters and women were second class,

Stoned if their hearts wondered but men got all the ass?

Man of God committing adultery with the choir,

Staring at my breast at 15, I was just a child!

Everybody but him spending to rebuild the building rotting,

And it still fell down when his kids went off to college.

He’d pass his members at the bus,.. sun blazing,

His black Cadillac got AC, so he’s  smiling and waving.

 I look at the hundereds in the church,

Giving up their life savings to ease their hurt.

And I was always too poor to throw more than a dime,

Now I’m sitting here with many of them, on borrowed time.

Waiting for Judgement when apparently I’ve already been judged.

Waiting on God to save me because I’ve felt his love.

I know that Baptist preacher’s already in the pit,

Apparently we got the same grade and it makes me sick.

I may have stole, cheated or even broken spirits,

But don’t tell me I was no better than him living.

I know he caused many people of faith to die,

Cause as they paid to live they were decaying inside.

The money they gave him caused financial distress,

and working to compensate they fell over from stress.

So as I watch others before me burning in that fire,

I’m told hell comes later.

And I'm still alive!

I may have sinned but my heart means well.

Hopefully I'll earn my points with the stories I tell,

OF THE TRUE HELL.