As the heavy rain falls down
It seems my world may end
I inhale the water & drown
'Cause it's better than living with what I did
I wish this was holy water
To wash away my sins
But instead this rain makes mud
So thick that I need fins
I don't pray for a life raft
To save my evil soul
Instead I slit my own neck
Creating gills through which to blow
My God, My Father, I do not deserve your grace
I completely understand if you look into my face
As I reach your kingdom's gates
& you banish me to Hell
I will not be surprised
I won't fight I won't yell
My insides have turned toxic
My gut begins to rot
I won't accept forgiveness
My stomach is a knot
Swelling from the inside
Soon to burst like a balloon
Spraying my wicked ways
Like confetti across the room
I should be quarantined
To protect others from my flesh
But I know that you forgive me
& my slate has been refreshed
There is no amount of gratitude
To thank you for your love
I will never be worthy
I should be disposed of
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Random Bits Part II
PoetryA continuation of poetry similar to that in my first self-published novel. I will slowly begin adding some newer things from the past few years since I published the first book.