Dear Lord,
I've been thinking lately, of how humanity is sinking greatly
I love you Lord, but when my eyelids shut I'm seeing paintings
Of your last supper, the meal you ate before death
The wine cups on the table glisten as if shined with your breath
Who knew those very people eating your food would betray you
Stand back and let the •••ish people slay you
Which brings me to my very own life
Where the cups around our table were a tope white
My sister sat across from me,
Next to her, was her boy friend from across the street
Moms sat at the end, as the head of the fam
My girl sat next to me at the edge of the mat
Do you remember Lord? We prayed to you faithfully,
Said grace, although it might have been done hastily
We never forget to give thanks, it's a habit too
To show we appreciate you and give our gratitude.
But Lord I have a question, and I may be out of line
But I feel you owe me an answer, because I've never had a doubt in mind
About you.
Until recent events made me reflect and be righteous
Did you hear Jasilyn scream for you? It doesn't seem like it
We devote our lives to you, would never turn our back to you
So maybe I am missing something, or even lacking truth
So Lord I'm asking you, why didn't you help my Jasilyn get away?
She's my little sister Lord, and now the kids afraid
That she will never wake up, or always be out of tact
Why did you let her scumbag boyfriend get away without a scratch?
They beat her with hammers, caved her temple in
Yet you sit there, and are yet to claim the simpletons
You let them live, and you're letting Jas die
So I will over step my boundaries questioning you, and ask WHY?
God I don't understand, why you didn't protect and hold our girl
When I was two I understood that you control the world
Why do good people die young, and murderers die of old age
Why do believers have more troubles than the ones with no faith?
Why when you created the earth, you put harmful things here
You'll probably blame the devil, but I want to be clear
That I'm breaking down Lord, Jasilyn needs us too
So I am counting on you to come and see us through
She doesn't even look the same, and I'm kind of out of it
She's lost most of her hair, from where her scalp was ripped
Her skull is collapsed on one side, and she has contusions and blisters
But all I see is Jasilyn, my beautiful sister
I haven't shaven in a week, I can't sleep, so I go and see her
But all it does is saddens me and makes me hurt
So I've been talking shit to you a lot more lately
And I really hope you don't begin to hate me
But I've reached a conclusion, and I came to ask a favor
And it may be the mixed emotions of brash and Anger
That is making me say this, and plus seeing my mom scorned too
But When I die...
Can you leave me here to help people and do your job for you?
False Gods
- nahsy
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RSTL CHAMPION OF SEASON I
Yes, as in the entire season.
A bitch tried to stick me
Cause you fuck me don't mean you can kiss me