Trials Of My Deception Poem by Curtis Mosby

Please don't call me judas.
I never been strong, I died a long time ago.
The tears in the field of the snow.
Where faith in me seem to leave.
I wanted a family but all I receive was pain.
Forgive me lord as I stand in the pouring rain.
Turning my back I did so often because of the outcome.
This son has no more hope where my grave.
Are should I burn for my last day's is upon me.
Tribulation of revelation is my fustration thru life.
For the writing of christ I have been nothing but
the ungodly things in this book.
Look at me I deserve more being walk over.
Picture me giving the world the middle.
Ending up in a hospital without a savior.
I lay thier once again proclaiming my life perception.
Giving the man no choice.
My voice has become the trials of my deception.