God Has Nothing to Do With This Leave Him Out of It

Cross my heart and hope to die I wish blood on my enemies
For any penance i'm leaving out of these sentences
It's not revenge if it evens out the demons out
I won't pretend that I'm not screaming loud at these people now
I'm off a vodka how I deal with insecurity
The purity is how I see abusers flinging moves at me
Takes me back to almost jumping off the ceiling
While pumped on all the pills, almost lunging off the building
Mama keep telling me, ask the lord for forgiveness
I want war with these bitches, I want corpses and weapons
In the morgue i'm the story that Dr Crowley envisioned
I want horrible things if no recourse for my sin
Throw caution to wind I show no remorse in the end
I'm not for amends i'm cautious of the awful events
It's awful again, but this time before I do it
I'll clean my fucking room so when they find me i'll be



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Writer(s): Ashanti Mutinta
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