religions
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The sheep follow the shepard
As the shepard followed the Messiah
So I ask why cant we be like sheep and put down our guard
We as sinners follow our desire
The same desire that makes us sad
I am confused about my religion.
I am supposed to be a faithful Christian on a mission.
So why do I feel Muslim?
To God is my submission.
But I would rather call him Allah, Father, or Jehovah.
Do you want to see me cry.
Or bleed heavily from heartache.
My mind gushing from a gunshot or stay here in my black box.
The world can be cold especially being raised in the ghetto.
People say in God we trust
but there are many times I continue to doubt
It bothers me much since He is the one I love
but with lost of hope and constant disappointment
My actions speak louder than my words
I think God has a cruel sense of humor.
Because when I turned eleven and pleaded with all my might to become immortal,
I heard Him chuckle in the confides of the newly blackened space
