The Josh
The Josh

Saved or Damned?

Saved or Damned?

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23 Sep 2019

Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed But who could've guessed That would feel like a slug to the chest? And me not wearing a vest I wonder is this some test Another step upon my quest? Am I the hero or the villain? Tell me cuz I'm feeling Like I should start killing I should be straight chilling But I'm pissed and razor blades drawn Time to cut and slice till the pains gone Your vein or mine? Sick thoughts enter this mind Drip drop goes the blood again Will this misery ever end? In this life I find myself, Staring on the bible on the shelf, Wishing sometimes is was actually a gun Cuz thou I pray, nothing gets done I have no smile, no more hope So let me touch my salvation to fire, make smoke So many questions, yet not a single answer Lesions in my sanity eat away like cancer Is there a God in heaven or are we alone? Do I have a higher purpose or am I mere flesh and bone? Staring at my reflection, see an imperfection Insanity cripples me like a poisonous infection Hold my soul up for you inspection What do you see? Something for you to ridicule So here i stare now, down at the blood pool Perhaps I'm saved, perhaps I'm damned Perhaps you're just as lost as I am But on I march, till I meet the father of creation And discover if I'm saved, or cursed to damnation

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Here are my scores: Bars: 8/10 Delivery: 8/10 Impression: 8/10

5 years ago

Here are my scores: Bars: 9/10 Delivery: 7/10 Impression: 8/10

5 years ago

Never to suffer would have been never to have been blessed But who could've guessed That would feel like a slug to the chest? And me not wearing a vest I wonder is this some test Another step upon my quest? Am I the hero or the villain? Tell me cuz I'm feeling Like I should start killing I should be straight chilling But I'm pissed and razor blades drawn Time to cut and slice till the pains gone Your vein or mine? Sick thoughts enter this mind Drip drop goes the blood again Will this misery ever end? In this life I find myself, Staring on the bible on the shelf, Wishing sometimes is was actually a gun Cuz thou I pray, nothing gets done I have no smile, no more hope So let me touch my salvation to fire, make smoke So many questions, yet not a single answer Lesions in my sanity eat away like cancer Is there a God in heaven or are we alone? Do I have a higher purpose or am I mere flesh and bone? Staring at my reflection, see an imperfection Insanity cripples me like a poisonous infection Hold my soul up for you inspection What do you see? Something for you to ridicule So here i stare now, down at the blood pool Perhaps I'm saved, perhaps I'm damned Perhaps you're just as lost as I am But on I march, till I meet the father of creation And discover if I'm saved, or cursed to damnation

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