It’s a cause that makes me suicidal. 
It’s all the same to me just comic books and bibles. 
The righteous man wasn’t right he was just a man. 
I gripped onto faith but it shattered in my hand. 
Goddamn the hand that holds back the man. 
So I razor blade the truth to gut out the facts. 
I didn’t find proof so I sat back and laughed. 
All the will that I wasted and the hope that it took, 
they still talk about god like they read it in a book. 
Goddamn the hand that holds back the man.
 Dear god, don’t walk away we need to talk about this and all the
 unheard prayers and the childhood I missed. 
I wonder why you won’t answer me. 
Then I realize you don’t exist.