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Black Sunday.
somebody told me
who Jesus
was supposed to be
the only thing that gave me
hope
now she does dope
used the pipe to cope
what does that say for me
what does that say
about my
relationship with Christ
what does it say
about my
relation to life
I start to wonder
of myself
people all around me
scatter
and run away
sinners like myself
gathered
meeting on black Sunday
tears fail me as soon as they wetten
I don't know them so well
they get the better of me if I let them
going through hell
trying to get to
heaven
they say the weak shall
they say the strong shall
I don't know what to believe
singing song on the rosary bead
watching the weak and the strong
come
to grieve
watching the weak and the strong
come,
coming just to bleed
people all around me
scatter
and run away
they'll all be back one day
gathered
meeting on black Sunday
one day GOD aint gonna have to wait
and me and the Lord gonna get straight
I just hope its not too late
I just pray it aint too late
wow, that wasn't what I expected. See I'm not very religious and I was curious to what this poem would be. I was expecting some typical shit but this was really different. I wasnt expecting drugs to be involved at all so pat on the back for you mate. You have completed the difficult task of surprising me.