I just want to talk to God, I dont want to talk to you I dont want to talk to you I want to talk to god, get it straight from him Never leave his side, never led astray again Stay a human while I erase questions Does selfishness differentiate from sin? How balanced are choices and predestination Am I right in saying mega churches should be desecrated? am I lying to myself through poetry How could I ever think Im giving enough to those in need? its like Im wired to selfmaintain Am I tempted to sell mainstream? Id get rid of all of me thats physical If it wasnt so unoriginal So typical, Im so typical Take a look around and believe that Im miserable Just want to talk to the creator and be with God So my selfawareness can quit and my speech can stop Time stands still, I cant reach the clock I cant kill myself, but Ill agree to watch What am I doing, am I supposed to know? I cant buy a yes or get close to a no Do I just chill and keep waiting Or do immediate bold measures need to be taken? If life is predestined, God doesnt need me praying And mass suicide is the destiny that he gave us Taking our lives in the middle of this charade Hear the sermon, and all we hear is hooray I want to talk to God, tell me how messed up we are Cause I feel so far from understanding and afraid God, how can I best serve you? I need more than interpretations of you and a list of virtues Does everybody get an equal opportunity? To live eternally or is judgement dealt brutally I just want to talk to God, I dont want to talk to you In that aspect, I ponder unity If I talk low of myself, does that dishonor you or me? How off am I, from how I imagine you Why doesnt Satan leave forever when you ask him to? I dont know if I make you happy or disgust you But I know these are questions I am asking because I love you Life for me has gone nowhere, nothing satisfies me Mistakes cost me life, the past can be pricey I dont know if theyre always around or if you send angels Im waiting to be lowered into my rectangle So regardless of anything else I am thankful I refuse to view life as the same old, same old I dont want to act the way you do just cause you told me to My conversation with God is long awaited and overdue Dont want to be swayed in beliefs because you do or dont approve How could you be the reason Im in the afterlife with no excuse God, my whole life was a struggle for you Every notebook I ever filled was full of genuine crisis that I wrote to you And all of these feelings come from everyone telling me not to Lean on my own understanding, teaching me their own understanding How could you have anything but your own understanding? My head in entertained by the ghosts of my family I dont believe in unanswered prayers Just a huge box of expectations, theres a good chance its there The problem isnt that you have an imagination Its that you lack creativity and cant sustain it I dont know if God created the world with a plan to save it What to think of the Old Testament or Im glad he waited I want to be eternally where my creator is Fix my head, will someone tell me where a piece of paper is? I wont be stopped from writing a chapter Sometimes my eyes are the only way I can discern between crying and laughter I just want to talk to God, I dont want to talk to you I see people and I get mad I want God all to myself with a pen and pad Leave me alone in a darkened room With a bit a light, a little life, and apart from you How is it my mind tells me that Im supposed to love But my heart says these are people that I want to be disposing of One drop of hell on the tip of my tongue And the hatred that drips from my lips has begun Ill show you weeping and gnashing of teeth Jesus mom and the devil smashing his dreams God is building the door and hes casting the key To tell you a secret Satan wouldnt be the last to believe Gods abilities arent what is rationed to me Every single second, 12 million chances to breathe John Wesley isnt going to go through life wasting it My attic isnt as haunted as my basement is The past is the past unless you thrust me back into it My future is Gods, plus its that genuine I believe in a higher being, I know Ive been writing mean But I know it was needed and I stand behind it finally Im ready for God, I just want to talk And I dont mean from a book or by myself in the dark I mean face to face, for a while, exchanging our minds From the source, straight from his mouth, what hes saying is right What to do, how to live, where to be, who to give to To know if the chaos in the world really is you Or is it your absence, does everybody get a chance I cant help, but cry out at the mercy of my thoughts on circumstance God, you are God, and not man God is never if God can its God can I dont want you to act how I do I want you to do all the good you can, seek Gods purpose and put the past behind you
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