To the king in the sky

by Marcus blake   Jul 8, 2009


Fading away in portions
Never knowing or paying attention
It was fate or something like that
Cause i knew after this day
Life would never be the same
It was odd how one day could change me
I was once that, now this is me
I can't fix whats done, with my hands
and I'm all to tired of trying
To satisfy him
The one who sits on his throne in sky
And never comes down to say hi
He is the worst of them all, he speaks but is not seen
What kind of being is he
How could something so strong be so hollow
It's like he isn't even there, but he is and honestly...
I'm just sick and tired of him

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