Hear Your God Speaking
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Last published Tue, Jul 28, 2015
I'm sick and just a puff and a sniff can't make me feel much worse than this
Up and high in the brain I go, What's your name? I don't know
Living like this is all to life, why am I here?
Feeling like segregation wasn't only part of the past
I feel I'm segregated with the rest of the world, I feel like I'm hated
I lost all trust, vulnerability, worth, and my virginity
Shut up mom, God has no plan for me
I see it in my life, and hate to go to sleep
It's in my dreams, what goes up and what goes down, haunting me
It swooped in like a thief shutting the lights off, silencing my screams
Darkness is even in the tall walls I've built all around me
There it is, and that's all to it
A screwed up world and if Jesus was good and just a human
We killed him and told him there was no place here for him.
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