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Representative
Why Was I appointed to do things
I think I’m incapable of
You place a great deal of
responsibility on Me
I fight for it, two sides of life
Everything that’s wrong
and very little thats right
You alreally know
that I’m capable
Of doing your will
You choose a broken
person, That’s Very ill
I can’t get right,
I want a normal life
I wanna knock at doors and scream
That I know who you are
But I want things
that I can see
Without the like of bars
Or scars Blasphemy
I don’t want
Rules some days and
long to be please
I don’t want even that
Cause With thin seconds
I’ll be on my knees
Trying to maintain what Little I have
Being homeless Doesn’t scare me
Just making you mad
I am a representative
of the you the Most Holy and high
I took a oath until the day I die
You knew I would fall
Yet Merciful and your heart
does not harden
So many times it’s feels like pardon
But I know You are not to be mocked
Like a dead corps you will
Let this body rot
I’ll never cry to Preachers
or False nuns who claim
they Know you,
Won’t praise No church temples
Or statues that show you
Your invisible to me but
I know your there
I have a special God fearing
That I know I should fear
You kept me safe from things
that could or would harm me
And there’s been plenty of
nights you came to calm me
And I am undeserving of all you do
And in the End
all I want
All I need
Is to serve you my friend.
I think I’m incapable of
You place a great deal of
responsibility on Me
I fight for it, two sides of life
Everything that’s wrong
and very little thats right
You alreally know
that I’m capable
Of doing your will
You choose a broken
person, That’s Very ill
I can’t get right,
I want a normal life
I wanna knock at doors and scream
That I know who you are
But I want things
that I can see
Without the like of bars
Or scars Blasphemy
I don’t want
Rules some days and
long to be please
I don’t want even that
Cause With thin seconds
I’ll be on my knees
Trying to maintain what Little I have
Being homeless Doesn’t scare me
Just making you mad
I am a representative
of the you the Most Holy and high
I took a oath until the day I die
You knew I would fall
Yet Merciful and your heart
does not harden
So many times it’s feels like pardon
But I know You are not to be mocked
Like a dead corps you will
Let this body rot
I’ll never cry to Preachers
or False nuns who claim
they Know you,
Won’t praise No church temples
Or statues that show you
Your invisible to me but
I know your there
I have a special God fearing
That I know I should fear
You kept me safe from things
that could or would harm me
And there’s been plenty of
nights you came to calm me
And I am undeserving of all you do
And in the End
all I want
All I need
Is to serve you my friend.
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