Who Will Fix It?

Not a word to an ounce of pain Nor a cry to weigh frustration Because even though I write this here I’ve given up translation I’m tired of trying to tell you all Exactly how I feel Because frankly no one cares a bit And I don’t think you’re real You all seem to lack genuity And that’s a bit that I can’t champ at Because no matter how much I tell you so Nobody cares to fix that Consistency is my favorite thing, But since so many people aren’t I’m labeled as a hater And no one listens to my rant If someone shed a tear this morn, That’ll be a first But I think you’d most be lying, Because it really doesn’t hurt I can count on two hands The people that deserve to cry at my death Where the rest of you would sleep better If I took my final breath I want to get away from you And you don’t want me around The question is can I wait two years To escape the silent sound You mock and scorn my teaching Even though you know it’s right, AND I HATE YOUR ATTITUDES Because you are neither salt nor light You hate your God and damn his Name Then you sit in Sunday School And act offended when I damn You as a lowly fool You’re ignorant and bastardized And I cannot myself fix that You’ve lied to me, ignored Decrees Your faith isn’t worth a rat Not a penny to your Bible Or a dust mite to your faith But you’ll claim a million dollars For the sake of your own name This is my final agony, So someone had better get it right Plenty of you will stay right there And won’t move a single mite I tell no hope because there’s not Until you fix this first And shudder to think what awaits you When God’s name you most have cursed