Renunciation.
Let me enunciate it
Abjuration of faith in the greatness woven in my seams of Fate,
Cause all I seem to see is a buncha hatred.
Only one begotten son in faith,
well I say fuck being ya favorite.
I see how you treat ya Loved ones
and it makes me want to become one wit Satan.
At once I wanted a savior,
But now I want to be the one you save them from.
See I gave you respect
and tried to do what you'd expect of me,
in turn just begged for you to be hospitable.
But that you didn't do,
you just gave me increasing stress,
unequivocal to anything I've ever felt
and felt the need on thanksgiving morning to leave me mourning
while my brother laid gone in the hospital too.
So God, tell me what I should be thankful for
And if there's silence, then say no more...
We're done here.
