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God was not listening or she asked too much to give

Whether the excuse she was damned for not trusting but checking

As if she made any other way

Her mind was not of disipline, human not robot

And from the fear of never being told she questioned.

God will blame her



She stands on her low frame, waiting for punishment

Tears down her face, its feels like shes recieved it

Who are we to question as we made our own rules?

And how does she know what these rules may be as they have never been spoken?



On a road to a highway thats envitable

She prays too, that there is a God for one's own exsistance

But is she too selfish? Too self-suggestive?

Will what she questions kill her as she falls?

Into darkness shes gone and back again

God doesnt want such a devious depressing soul

Boot her out of heaven send her to hell, is it that clear cut?



Will he make her walk her own way?

Will he make her soul disaappear?

Is he there? - Of course he is

Find the meaning of her punishment

And seek the connotation of life

If the reason is logic then she will die

Her sentence seems harsh

but so do the million of other sorry souls

And shes a sinner, does no one love her?

She wants to believe and she feels so bad that she cannot see

Vision impared she hopes heaven isn't a place of rules

If it is, she wont make it there....