The only time I talk to God, is when I need a favor.
I can’t recall the last time he replied.
I’m running low on excuses for my very bad behavior
I think he may be fed up with the lies
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The last time I called out to him, I had agreed to getting married
I asked him please, to help my wandering eyes
But, silent he stayed as to my room, another girl, I carried
To find my love there, waiting to surprise
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A warning maybe you could send,
some sign of disapproval- miraculously - bring it to an end
Yet, I whisper wishes to the sky, a hope of sins removal
But no response, wallah, I’m here again
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Very nicely done
This was impressive! you ju st constantly pull it out the bag!