Sinister Minister

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    Sinister Minister

    If only you knew what lays just behind this grin
    all the sorrow, the torment, the anguish within
    Building up inside, it multiplies then dies
    Choking on all the feelings caught prematurely within my throat
    wish it had been slit, rather than just put on hold
    I have no choice but to hide my feelings behind this smile
    Dear god, what have I done?
    IF you're real, aren't I your son?
    Where is the mercy? Where is your love?
    It's not within me, for sure. I'm done
    Since my conception life's been a bitch
    My mother was unstable, my father an abusive prick
    And though school was my escape, the other children were sick
    My wrists are so calloused and scarred they can no longer be slit
    "How much worse can it get?" I once figured
    Then the tendrils of depression began to bore in and slither
    In Iraq I finally turned my weapon on myself in the shitter
    But all I heard was a dry-fire click when I pulled the trigger
    Then once again I had to face reality and all those lost lives
    I was the medic, I dropped the ball, I HAD TO TELL THEIR WIVES
    Chasing on those heels I found I'd lost MINE
    No man should live after all the pills I imbibed, yet here I sit to write
    Dear god, what have I become?
    jesus christ, your cross was a blessing from above
    WHERE'S MINE YOU MOTHER FUCKER?!
    fuck this, fuck you, I'm done
    All my relationships fail, like the ants marching on
    One after the other, ALL OF THEM GONE!
    And no matter the intentions, I always seem to be wrong
    I will be one again when I share this song
    There is no life left in me
    This mindless hate for god consuming me
    My mother and father berating me
    I'm an atheist, I ALWAYS WILL BE!
    But if one day I find god is real and at home
    I'll confess my sins and pray until I croak
    so i can go to heaven....
    AND SLIT GOD'S FUCKING THROAT!!!!!!!!!
    Dear god, I'm coming for you
    I don't really care, yes it's true
    I'M CALLING YOU OUT PUSSY! SHOW YOUR FACE!
    And I'll choke you myself until the whole universe is blue
    I'm tired all day, but can't sleep at night
    And when no one's looking I scream at the sky
    I fail at everything, even taking my own life
    It's not a sign, it's cruelty in it's blackest form
    ... fuck
    ... you
    ... god
    ... YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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    ShyOne84 commented on Sinister Minister

    07-26-2009

    You and I are one in the same, but never would I ask for a different life. The shit platters that have been handed us happens for a reason so learn to trust. As far a failing relationships you just haven't found the right one, soon you will have someone that will understand, love, not just you but your soul as well. It's not God that has left you to rust it's the world and people in it that bends us over. Life is nothing more then a challenge for us. So take the bad in with the good and continue living when your time comes you will see the big picture, and the enlightenment will set your soul to peace.

    dahlusion commented on Sinister Minister

    03-23-2009

    Beautifully angry and real. Now, go inward to self, this is were the answers are full blown with laughter at everything unreal on the outside. Dogma is deceitful, Self is real. Find the joy in self. The real god is you.

    Merrilyn commented on Sinister Minister

    03-21-2009

    Its hard to believe in something youve never seen.and it just goes to show that you have a purpose on this earth.and sometimes it takes a while to find you, i can totally relate to your words and understand were your comming from, from experiance. you will most definatlly find happiness in your life please give it a chance.

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