Christ is Coming, Get Busy

 

It’s world war iii homie and imma start with you

might sit right when you should’ve left her alone

and when you sat with your sadness

did you ask for consent?

or was it just your ego?

your lust

your demons that must

get thee behind me, belial

you’re nothing but a flesh

a human gut

that recedes echo

they were right all along

cause my hypotheses is better

than your reasoning

your appetite got you craving

for that bite of unhappiness

you’ll go to hell

if you continue that

I’m telling you

ain’t this another narrative

you’re writing at?

and when you leave

you think it’s all okay

avoiding conversations

think they’re gonna save you

when it’s reckoning time

it is time

when you tell me you haven’t had any sleep

cause you’re sinning

in the dark

hiding all those

nitty little sparks

of delusion

in your head

when the pain’s too deep

you can’t accept

you’ll never be loved

by the one you love

and the amuck of the one

you took advantage of

she says;

requiescat in pace

may God have mercy on your soul