Religion
I was out taking a walk, because I wasn't enjoying the day
Talking to myself, when I forgot what I was going to say
When I spied her, in the corner of my eye, crying
And recognized her, as a girl that I had seen flying
Everytime I went through hell her hand held mine
Taking and keeping my pain until I felt fine
Such a beautiful girl crying her eyes out
What could bring this pretty thing's wings down? I'm trying to find out
But she insists there's nothing wrong, that I should move along
She's heaven's descendant, independent and strong
I was offended at first, by her words, but not for long
Because her presence alone perpetually made me calm
And I continued to watch as she alleviated my pain
Both breaking my heart and piecing it back together again
God damn it. I gotta hand it to God
For making it look so flawed

I was caught off guard, wondering who's guarding my guardian angel
Cause if she's lost in harm, well then, I'm hardly that stable
What a marvelous fable, about a God trying to protect me
When I'd rather he protect she, without her I'm empty
Out of desperation, I grab her and start to shake her
Yelling "please don't help me on behalf of a heartless maker"
How do I enjoy happiness if it causes you grief?
How do I claim stolen life as my own, when I'm just a thief?
Then her metaphorical swallowin began to go on again. She Swallowed my anger and I start to feel calm again. She's promisin That this is not her choice to make, this is God's will; this is God's Mistake. Her destiny to take stress from me and bless the rest of Me was meant to be gift from an all powerful entity and that's Bound to get heavy, especially mentally. Ironic how her suffering is caused by God's empathy. I want to mend her weathered wings; Introduce her to a life of better things than slaving for me I don't Want comfort or help. I'd love for herself to have love for herself

So I made up my mind to free her from her bind and climbed to the top of the tallest building I could find and dive off the top as if This were swimming lessons to liberate the other lives my Continued living threatens. But I collided with something mid-air That felt like a wall and when I came to I saw that she had helped With my fall by absorbing the impact between me and the street Just as she had always done with any bad feelings I'd meet. Only This time she died and as sick as it is all I felt was comfort inside Because beside me was a new angel ready to give her life for me and since then I couldn't love God for the life of me. Birth from Womb egg or earth to the tomb soil or dinner knife, life causes Death just as death causes life. And it's a sick system but we're too Afraid to diss him because we're Christian or we're happy we're still existin