Sick

If there is a god

Why won't you shine your light on my cloudy days?

Should I pray? 

I've never have felt saved

Always drained 

Just like a flashlight with no batteries

Was the switch even on to begin with?  

Won't somebody fix me?

Please etched the final stitch -

With your hands of salvation -

Harbored and embrace them forever

For all my scars have burnt exhaust



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