Anyone can see a storm cloud over me
Once sunshine and rainbows appeared like new chapters, ushering wishes and blessings
A bridge to nowhere flickered first and shimmers endlessly
what started out another chance is so batten by the torrents of God’s anger toward me, for being… beautiful, i guess
Tempting, they say. So I may never be free
Hallowed be thy name, and thouest may agree,
The cold and the gray of a disenchanted story is every which way
But beware the path of the righteous and afraid
Home is a broken compass… only Jesus calls, compassionately
A crown of thorns makes my eyeballs bleed,