The women in question
Bleeding into sound
she sits inside "her" church with "her" people.
As they sing the lord is amazing
While everybody's praising
as she starts to worry about herself raisin’
wondering if who she is, is really worth saving
She sees the choir dressed in golden and
red silk robes, and if you look close
enough you can see the tears of their
ancestors who cried because of their babies
who were taken away by a white man dressed
in white silk robes and if you look even closer you can see that red blood
dripping from a teens opened gun wound for trying to stand up in what he
believed in and yet her “people” wear them proudly thinking that “God” does
everything for a reason because he knows what’s always coming didn’t
know that God was a psychic “God is so faithful” they say but where was his faith for her!
Nowhere near her damaged soul
when she's at home she sits alone
thinking about the God she's supposedly known
but when she's in trouble she pleads
to her God yes she bleeds
for her God then she begins to think what the hell am I doing praying to some
"Almighty extraterrestrial being" the one who's supposed to save us all but when will he realize that huh?
when we all
start to crash and fall.
she contemplates unable to be true with herself about her own fate
her mama told her everyday "girl don't forget to pray"
"to who should I pray to" she wonders
there is no heaven but there is a hell and she lives in it
so she gives her condolences to the ones who believe
when will they start to realize that God should be a fading dream
so while they stay she will fade into that lucid beautiful bleeding sound.
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