Say It Like U Mean It
Sitting in front of the fireplace to keep warm, is cold here in St. Louis today.... there's something special about the middle.... Jesus is the middle of God, Jerusalem is in the middle of the earth, St. Louis is like middle of the American map so is nice parallel and fits in nicely with all those prophetic words.... but i am at a place now where if there ain't any power to get them to pass, then sit down and shut up.... i can't live in this powerless gospel and oh wait, bonus, our darkness was so powerful even God couldn't get His own words to pass because He failed to get us to change, and i'm supposed to believe that shallow crap, are you kidding me? What now, God is not even good enough fruit to get us to follow, fix, and repent from our wretched sick pathetic lives... whatever! Let's praise the wicked and go back to the bar, yeah because that gave you a real good reputation when you went home with your new disease to sleep with, what was her name? But who can remember anyway since killing that family on your drunk drive home put a new fear on board.... oh, but the church is screwed up.... i get it... well at least us religious hypocrites try to get fixed, which is more than i can say for you. Are you pissed off? I'm sorry. But that was my intention. Just wanted to love my neighbor as myself and relive what it felt like to vent like a sinner. Welcome~
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