Saintly

I admit I'm disrespectful

I confess I have ridiculed

The others and the remedy

Is to pray to let go of this

And live in balance of harmony

And disdain for the mediocre

And the sick old oak tree

What I need to do is pray

The maliciousness away

I admit I'm disrespectful

And my bad deeds are getting heavy

I admit it's consequential

I confess I have used

Many lonely other people

To cure my boredom and my blues

Yes, the monautony gets the best of me

No, this is not the best side of my psyche

Or my inner child playing with fire 

Or my destiny

Maybe I'm searching for what I will find

Perhaps inspiration or something 

To kill the the time

I admit I'm disrespectful

I never claimed to be saint

I guess I've been a theif and 

I must pray this maliciousness away

I must pray my bitterness away

This is life

We are a product of our environment

Of our surroundings and experience

We must pray this maliciousness away

This is life

I can be so rude

This is life

We can be so cruel

This is life

I must pray this bitterness away

And so must you

I never claimed to be saint

Neither are you

When someone opens their mouth

To tell a story and spread their bile

They forget they have plenty in their home

They wouldn't want shared that are far

From glorious- We are not holy!

We are far from saintly and that's the real 

Story of a man or boy or girl or whatever

We are far from holy- I must let go of bitterness and ill-contempt for the world I want to change- I must change myself-

And pray my maliciousness away!

If you can't be holy- you should atleast be kind. We are not saints. It's worth the time.