God. World.

I hope for a miracle

But ain't prayin' to no God

Son,

my faith lay not with He,

but the world

The world.

Whether Truth belongs on paper

or gospel,

mixing with the spittle flyin' out

Mr. Preacher's mouth

I hope for a miracle,

the world,

myself, and another feast

which I would distribute equally

to them

Why am I here?

why are we here together?

Remember that

my faith lay not with He

but the world.

Author's Note

How was it? An grammar tips you can give me? Or tips in general?