FATHER
flashlights in our hands,
heads laying on couches,
empty plates with no food on it,
but you had it easy?
You always went out,
everyday you went to a damn resturaunt,
you gained on too much weight,
left quicker than a startled bunny,
grinning and flashing your money,
Oh, Father if disliking you is a sin,
then please forgive me,
Mama told me my true father isn't you,
My true father is the Jesus who died for my sins,
Father in heaven what are your plans?
Why did you make him my earthly dad?
He doesn't give sh*t about anyone,
especially not me, not me.
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