shaking and praying
sending nervous laughter to G-D
hallelujah, buddy
can you make me feel like a twenty?
a crisp bill, arsenic of the Olympians
I hope you're still taking notes
this is where it gets interesting, confession
I've been teasing you with my sins
playfully digging deeper
this is how I get your attention, right Daddy?
Oh Lord,
please allow me to
overcome something
and find
something else
allow me to repeat myself
without being
aware
and
without feeling
silly
I have no voice to speak to You with,
all these words are on loan
I'm not sure when their meaning will
get to You,
and chances are
meaning isn't even mine to give
but
You know I mean something by it
the gesture
it's all we have, you know
I'll make the gesture
I am Sin, this is Sin,
you are Sin, we are Sinning
own your discomfort
the things that make you uncomfortable
are the things
that show you something
about
yourself
not You, oh Lord! Twas merely an aside!
how could I demand anything of You?
but you know...
you did promise me
eternal
somethingness?
i'm not even really sure I want it
what's it like exactly?
please, put it in writing
and
I'll have my lawyer
get back to you
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