In the kingdom of souls...
I don't find myself,
Begging for forgiveness.
God would tell me otherwise.
God would see right through me and
Somehow telepathically
Ignore my sins.
It should be told another way,
That I am a lesser mortal.
A type of loser.
The kind that knows what I'm sorry for
Is only because I've been caught.
Which is scarier.
I have a bear claw.
And it tears through flesh like nothing.
That is how I imagine things.
That is how I imagine god.
It's his kingdom.
Only I'm not living in it.
Because if I was (living in the Kingdom of souls) I'd be that bear in the woods.
In no perpetual state of fear.
I'd be free in the wilderness.
That is my kingdom.
Where is gods?
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