Poetic Justice I lite a match and watch it burn Knowing someday it will be my turn My hatred for god is plain to see Heaven has no room for me If i were to climb heavens stairs And stand before him way up there I would ask him to explain Why he chose to cause me pain I would would speak of innocent souls The ones in which the lives he stole I would expect to hear the truth Our own little confession booth Then id look into his eyes And ask if he is ready to die For innocents robbed of thier youth Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth I would nail him to the cross The world would mourn for thier loss Thier saviour dead when he is found Nailed to a cross thats upside down.
Posted on: Fri, 29 Nov 2013 04:58:36 +0000