White CutsA Poem by GeistMy pain is your God Because your God doesn't exist Nothing for me he's done But I bet you don't believe this
Nothing for you either It's all a coincidence For anything good in your life There was no consequence
All of your prayers and faith They mean nothing to me All of your praising bullshit Why I laugh is so easy to see
You're only fooling yourselves The ones who truly believe But I guess that's up to you Yourselves you choose to decieve © 2008 Geist |
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Added on May 2, 2008 Last Updated on May 2, 2008 AuthorGeistPark Falls, WIAboutI'm just an average 26 year old guy living in Northern WI. I write dark disturbing poetry I'm told. I tend not to like much of what I write and don't consider myself very good at all. I'm just here to.. more..Writing
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