Ace Of Black Hearts (04/17/1984 / Homa Lousiana)
Maybe I'm Just A Lost Soul
Nothing personally, but I'm one of those people that thinks it is not god that needs my kind words, or love but other humans.
He gets, my prayer, my faith, my despair.
But to live, I must believe there is something I can do for the people here before anywhere else.
Not in the sky, not in molten lava.
Time is precious and should not blatantly wasted.
If god rejects me for it.
So be it, I will have live with that.
But I will not watch others suffer in pain in vain.
It's a crying shame we have more people that love God then there very own.
A screwed up twisted embrace.
A practice that grinds at my very bones.
My heart aches for so many, so many who are all alone.
No comfort, no solace, no angel without broken wings.
Maybe I have lost my way, or maybe it is you who has traded your love for your faith.
When deaths comes, I will smile and say I did all I could.
He will ask me why I didn't you love god more.
I will say because my fellow man, woman, and child was more important.
He will ask me aren't you afraid burning in hell for all eternity.
I will say most certainly but fear is no reason to abandon humanity no matter the credence or god.
Enough have already have done this.
I will not be another one of religions shameless victims.
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