God have mercy on me

God have mercy on me.

I say my little prayer.

I do my cross three times.

Put my hand on my heart.

I know you are there.

Up in the sky.

I'm flying!

I rejoice in your name.

I call for the heavens to open for me.

And swallow me whole.

But quickly I begin to realize.

It's not my time.

I don't posses that power.

Other than to be a good human being.

In a way it's our only super power.

Are you a good human being? 

Or a cloud in the sky?

Or are you really the sun?

There was a time that is what I believed.

We all do revolve around the sun.

Tell me, is it all make believe?

Is it a way to control the masses?

Like another form of government?

But I look at all your creations,

And it gives me hope;

That someone loves me.

God have mercy on me.

I am a sinner. 

I do confess- constantly;

I repent;

I have been cruel;

And not entirely understanding while, Others are cruel to me,

I don't easily forgive them,

But I try to eventually;

I have great ambition

Which is tempered down by my mediocrity;

Compared to your creations.

I am peaceful and long for a...

A little bit of noise or sound;

Instruments or something;

So I can face the crowd; 

And be proud of myself.

I'm haunted by other noise and sounds;

Which you already know;

I really don't think I'm mentally ill;

Although yes I do suffer;

I have found this phenomenon,

Is like another more nightmare, 

And, or prayer to guide me through what is;

What wasn't and what is meant to be,

I haven't been haunted by them,

Inevitably the voices did not return.

Now all I hear is music.

I fear I will be burned and punished,

Perhaps to the Devil's amusement.

I don't seek fortune or fame,

That's not necessarily for me.

I have truly never been violent,

I don't condone that from myself.

I'm not a danger to another,

Or even to myself.

My life is like a cotton candy coated, Colored dream most of the time;

I want to thank you even when;

Moments are grimm.

I'm constantly praying.

I want to thank you!

God have mercy on me.