My God?
What sort of pleasures does this God receive from watching,
this body so weary
This heart ripped, never again to be whole
This soul,taking it's last breath
accepting it's doom
These broken prayers of his child
Ignored
By this,.. God of love
I'd much rather bathe in a pit filled with the sweet kisses of venom
Coursing through this desperate body
My soul will weep no longer
Who is this one that threw me in this river they name Styx
He is my true love
Once,
He held me high, I could touch the heavens
Now,
He holds my body under
drowning in this Hell water.
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