a poem i wrote when i was bored but its true…even tho i nvr did slit my wrists and im not planning on it anytime soon…
Bodies rotten, the dead forgotten.
Tortured souls, missing holes.
Painful love, is God above?
Your hate thrives, your tongue lies.
Your greed infests, your mind never rests.
My heart bleeds, my soul needs.
This world dies, with all our lies.
This world ends, it will never mend.
Our hope dissolves, our problems wont resolve.
Our eyes never meet, and our minds constantly cheat.
Our words cruel, and our lives governed by rules.
God are you even there? Can you see there is only despair?
God, is this what you intended? Can you see it can not be mended?
Their lifes ambition power and money. They are attracted to it, as a bee to honey.
Strength of men fades, the creations which you have made.
Dying flowers, God has no power.
A world of corruption, pain and hate. It seems that failure has become your fate.
They do not know love, they do not know fear. Everything they want will always appear.
I slit my wrists and watch them bleed. Now my lord, I have done thy deed.
 "godsfailure")