I really don't like the people
Who tell me I'm going to hell
For the things that I say
For the people I live
Because I don't believe that's true
And honestly
If I am going to hell
Can it be much worse than this?
I really don't like the people
Who tell me that he loves us all
Because clearly he doesn't
Why would he make this mess?
How does that make you love him still?
There's no way this could be a test
Because it just pushes further and further
I think that God's got a sick sense of humor
And I'm not gonna believe in that shit
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Pinto Lesbeans
PoetryMore angsty poetry about my issues and stuff. Also possibly some very vague poems either about friendship problems or relationships. Have fun! This book falls in line with a series of poetry books I have created. The first one is How to be a Bisexua...
