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30 DAYS OF POETRY,DAY4 "I Pay My Tithe" Pics Inside by lyricalpontiff(m): 10:16am On Jun 04, 2015 |
I PAY MY TITHE (remix) If you are looking for a man tired of scaling life’s hurdles Ask me, for I have folded my dreams in bundles Alcohol now warms my days In the winter of my ugly ways Hope is like light from nepa Check my pocket; you will see pieces of paper Not control numbers, just my suicide note Life is poisonous, and the pub is my antidote I pay my tithe Half in the church Half in the beer parlour I solemnly recite the church hymn But one hardly finds God when you need him Yet it is hard to count him out So I thicken my spirit with more big stout Against the tears that flow from my eyes like fountain Some decisions are carrying a mountain The only thing missing in my suicide note is period How can I dot the lines when she just missed her period? I couldn’t put a line between love and lust I’m just another mortal groping in the fog of dust That’s why I pay my tithe Half in the church Half in the beer parlour If the devil permits, I will be a monk In my other pocket is rizla and skunk I don’t take it just for my eyes to be red Sometimes God’s chest is too hard for my head My life is tight and I’m suffering I have robbed God of my tithe and offerings My ways are crooked, heart torn apart How can stout straighten the folds in my heart? My nerves break under the burden of filth My head is on the chopping board of guilt I am the one in need of grace Tick tock, tick tock, time is in a race Today I paid my tithe Half in the church I am paying the other half somewhere I down more bottles of big stout And hope that will straighten things out Tick tock, tick tock, I take all the blames As my eyes gush out liquid flames Around me are all shades of drunks Whores, pimps, felons, as I tap my skunk But the leaves turn mirror to see the ugliness I have become No wonder God left me in the face of the storm In shock, I drop my skunk as I weep For I feel God has dumped me on a rubbish heap He must be tired from the endless chiseling of my ways Now I must always hold him with both hands. Always Next Sunday, I will pay my tithe All in the church, and no more beer parlour.
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Re: 30 DAYS OF POETRY,DAY4 "I Pay My Tithe" Pics Inside by Nobody: 9:10pm On Jun 05, 2015 |
This is beautiful |
Re: 30 DAYS OF POETRY,DAY4 "I Pay My Tithe" Pics Inside by Nobody: 9:21am On Jun 06, 2015 |
Awesome. |
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