I made this just as a poem i dont mean to hurt believers. Or none believers.
Its just about a guy whose praying to somone. And wont do anyting.
Its just someting i dunno i thought a make a conversation in mine poem. Im expeimenting. And i think it is going all good. It has his end. Theres no clue or someting in it. Maby it is find out for youreself. And enjoy
The one who sees all
If there was somone who saw evryting.
Then he saw me praying.
He would see the sting.
And its tearing apart mine hearth thats wat im saying.
He wil see mine cry for salvation.
Will he ignore it or wil he pray with me ?
Or wil he see me as a iritation ?
Wat does he see ?
Wy wont he.
Wy dont he takes some action.
Wat does he think of me ?
Were does he work dose he work in a section.
Im stil crying out and praying.
Cant you see im dieing.
Cant you see wat im saying.
I wanna kil myself.
I wanna go to you and beat you down.
So i took the knive of the shelf.
There he stood the man with the crown.
Wy didint you do a thing ?
*man* Didint you wanted to stay with the one dieing ?
*me* Yeah i wanted to stay with her but didint wanted to see you the king.
*man* You came here with youre angels all flying.
*Me* So were is she ?
*man* Shes in heaven.
*me* wy coudent she escape or flee?
*man* no one can escape heaven so all you can do is die and count to seven.
*me* Were is this ?
*man* This is hell.
*me* But didint i supose to be in heaven and give her a kiss?
*man* You never prayed before only this one time so let me tell.
*man* Those who dont believe go to hell.
*man* I can send you back to heaven.
*me* Please can you do please do i have to wish someting in a well ?
*man* No like i said before count to seven.
*me* *Tells to seven and enjoys heaven.