White Cuts

White Cuts

A Poem by Geist

My pain is your God

Because your God doesn't exist

Nothing for me he's done

But I bet you don't believe this

 

Nothing for you either

It's all a coincidence

For anything good in your life

There was no consequence

 

All of your prayers and faith

They mean nothing to me

All of your praising bullshit

Why I laugh is so easy to see

 

You're only fooling yourselves

The ones who truly believe

But I guess that's up to you

Yourselves you choose to decieve

© 2008 Geist


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Added on May 2, 2008
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Geist
Geist

Park Falls, WI



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