If you took my heart from my chest then I hope you will see the source of my misery,
I can’t put my finger on whats wrong because my eye’s are corrupted as my crippled lungs.
If searching for my sorrow you better check my chest,
It’s near my belly, but not in front, behind or in it.
I believe it’s hiding in a darker place.
I’d really like to meet my problems face to face.
A faceless horror is a scary thing,
But hating what you do not know is foolish can you see?
You take my soul and set it free because I cannot stand for it to be close to me.
Take it away and scrub it clean, fill it with love and return it to me.
My soul is clean now and my life is how it should be,
I do what I like and love every being.
I write and do what makes me happy,
I have become, more than a human being,
To reach the divine follow this philosophy,
keep the ones you love, happy,
And be, who you want to be.
So I suffer not the ignorance of men,
My fantasy is no longer pretend,
And if God, is judging me,
He should know, not to fuck with me.
If God, want to give my life to worship then he,
Should not, have given this life to me.