A kind of madness that leads up to blunder and sin,
My bad deeds I heed, but who can judge me? ,
Does the one who’s above me really love me? ,
The bottom line is, I never asked to be born,
So why I am accountable for tasks that I’ve worn? ,
Why shouldn’t a man only answer to himself,
If he has the strength of mind to gain anger and wealth? ,
I don’t believe that Hell is for all eternity,
Because eternal suffering is beyond the worth or feel,
Of damage caused by evil acts in the long run,
Surely even murderers get paroled, it’s wrong son,
Who are we to be judged by a written father figure,
Who shakes his finger at us across a void, much bigger,
A 2000 year distance and a few extra given,
These are a few thoughts in my exorcism,
Sometimes I feel anger burning under my skin,
Sometimes I reach a state I’m left wondering in,
My failure to try and understand the opposite sex,
From one idea to the next, all out of context,
I was a dumb fuck adolescent with thoughts of conquest,
My soul focus as a boy, the goal of bomb sex,
But I was met with rejection till the age of 16,
Picture the sick scene of dating a witch queen,
However the bitch seemed, I was one step behind,
Left out of pace in the wrong set of mind,
Jump to 18, my v-plate torn from my frame,
But I’d felt love like I was born free again,
Jump to 20, and I was having one night stands,
To make up for rejection like I had the spite planned,
So now I sit here writing up my next position,
These are some more thoughts in my exorcism,
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