who leads me through one pile of shit
after another and shrugs and says
oh it's God will
you were meant to suffer like this
then get the fuck lost
if you're not going to guard me
then who the hell really needs you?
I might as well fruitlessly appeal to God
and get the usual silent brush-off
you see it's hope that leads us astray
it's hope that rouses our mistaken penitences
and no mercy or forgiveness for trying
but only having nothing to say to God angels or any one
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