Where do you think you will be in 5 years?

I sit and wait
Nothin’ to it
Choice is my sin
Hard to live with but
Without, I cry to think
Where I wouldn't be.
Not to be selfish but
Hating the rejoicing evils
Birthed from marvellous womb,
Contriving to see through blood soaked eyes,
Watching lovers wither and embrace
I eat my sin so angels bestow God’s grace of more room.

Fuck off!
Context is for those hiding lost happenings
I pray in the eyes of God he favours me
More than what I see
And those who watch me see my glory
Second only to death.