She was storming hills with a halo crack, got a grip on my throat, but I'm good with that, pulled me out of the wreckage, blood on her hands, said "I don't fix boys, I ruin men"
But now we're falling down, I feel your phantom hands running through my hair, you claw my back and pull me in, until I open my eyes and you're gone, so far away, broken souls, what is love? What is us? Nobody really knows.
Our fate engraved; scar enslaved, as we mutually destruct; repose, my love, I've sinned enough for the both of us... in the name of love, I'm ready to bury all of my bones
Her touch still moves my hair, the smell is so faint but it must be the one, my bones ache from the cold, no one could predict that I would ever get this far for so long
Sometimes mothafuckas really be asking for me to put hands on them. Some twisted ass shit some of them be pulling. Breakin agreements and trust with people for what. Legal obligation is legal obligation. Have fun losing to her kuz karma always comes back around.
supposed to be there for and care for.
The change is on you to do. Your actions reflect your true nature and intentions. Don't use faith of good people to try and mask your nature. Work to correct it and become a better person.
In the middle of writing out my entire thoughts on religion and the universe just wanted to stop by and say-
Religion does not free you from being a bad person.
Religion does not automatically correct your past actions.
It most certainly does not excuse betraying people you were