Fuck you God.

You all need to shut up,

 Its my body im ruining with each cut,

Not that I really give a fuck.

They say a tattoo will ruin my skin,

They keep sayin’

That “The scars will eventaully blend.”

So I’ll keep cuttin’

and suddenly this is more as a passing trend.

I hope you know what you are gettin’ in,

because this may be a passing fling,

but the scars will never go away,

Not in a million days.

You’ll be stuck with depression,

addiction,

self-destruction,

insecurity,

Your leaving your sanity,

And reality is now your prison,

with your self inflection

takes its corse,

left with all you abliss remorse.

I beleive my sanity will disapper,

And love will be near,

Cause right now Im fucked up,

but I can’t wait to be love-struck.

Your sacerfice will bring you worry,

Because I ain’t sorry,

This is my body,

Imma make that clear.

Stop your crying,

All its doing is making yourself whine,

You aint the one bleeding,

or trying to make your heart stop beating.

Because this tornado will take its course…

My depression will come to an end,

Thus the journy for lust.

I mean really where has he been?

The scars will never go away,

and it’s all his fault!

He couldn’t take one day,

To save me from this rut?

That god is a real “catch”,

what was mary thinkin’ when she slept with him,

Because she’s such a slut,

And he so lecherous fuck,

he could tare us limb from limb,

God is a fucking idiot,

training us,

because he had so many of us.

but

Fuck you Lord,

and the holy spirit,

and all above.

We really scored,

You really let this world go to shit,

and showed us ‘so much love’.

You let your children rot.

Amen, Not.