Words cannot describe.
How I feel today.
I don’t know why he calls me in.
He uses and abuses, the power he has within.
When he could just step down,
And let other people in.
He hates on the queers,
Begs for money during the blessing,
Leaves you with a word,
With no direction that I’m guessing,
And maybe I’m not as versed,
But some things I do know,
Is that God is not an angel,
And supports the things below.
Yet truly he has a point,
And a job he must still do,
And he’s helped me countless times,
That I gave time to you.
And maybe I like lies,
Or twisting little thoughts,
But magic also lives here,
Somewhere in our hearts.
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