By Juan Manuel

 Take me to my creator those that say his name in vain 
say he's our savior
though i question when i see humans behavior.
please do me a favor
and show me a waiver that he exist, mind is like a blur filled with mist don't resist when your time lies.

 I don't feel real don't know how to heal my seals properly
would the man upstairs come?
If not i rather stay numb. 
Give me drugs so i can kill my nerves this is something i deserve.
my wishes is to be in a hearse 
can't belive i fell into a curse 
Hell is not enough 
the devil is calling out my bluffs
hand me my bong i can take one last puff 

 Life is tough. 
My nose is stuffed with white magic 
seen it so many times it's really tragic 
put the gun to my head have it on automatic
pull the trigger my body is in sudden static 
they say it's okat to decay 
6Ft under my grave i really wish that i was saved
there's no point for you to pray
let this be a relay.

 jesus ain't real put the pieces together and you'll see how i feel.

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Copyright 2022 Juan Manuel
Published on Friday, September 23, 2022.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

I'm a beginner and want to know how to get better :)
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