Dear sky Daddy, nope God.
How do I explain my counterfeit before man,the time I've rise and fall, the days I've tell nothing but lies, the days I've said you don't exist, the days I've called you fake, the days I've said I want to see you in person before I call you my Messiah, the days I've read your book to find fault in it, the days I've rejoice in calling your name in sh**ts, the days I've said fuck you for your existence ain't real.
I hope you understand those days are gone, those days it ain't me nor Satan, those days it www my inner mind and science life wanting to know more about life, I know those days makes me fall, please I know you understand me now, please make me the opposite of fail, failure and cries.
Dear God.
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