Burnt

Understanding and pleasing becomes perfection. Lacking Jesus like qualities fails me in all. The eyes of the prison key holders take this into account and lock away my sanity and love, instead they free my anger and detestation. Death I feel in every being of me, this can't be happening. How could right be wrong and the past a bitch of tears and sorrow. Two wrongs don't make a right but my rights are worng and my wrong is right. What do I have to do to relinquish their hold of Sampson on my life, but I'll find a way, I'm Delilah. Broadway actress, Hollywood star, pathological liar, they all equal me. Emmy worth for drama and their soap orera for pain... Damn them all and here comes the Book of Life without me. I'm damned into the lake of fire, my life is closing and my soul quakes with dread. So as I pray, as I feel lonely and desperate, go down in the water and don't follow me. Remember equal theives and disobeyers are in the prison of the most High, destined for a heated ending, alone and unworthy.