Blends

That everyday blends, I get up, and swear to God, I’ll be a good person

In prayers to my goddess….

And everyday I get up, and love you more, and it makes no sense, nothing does, its just my excuse: because I love you, that’s why life is the way it is

What is humanity becoming? Everyday I swear I’ll treat everyone with respect, tho I’m fighting a lost cause, and I’ll fall like the rest

I’d fight them, all, one by one, for to be at ease a moment on your breast, and I’d never get tired, because I believe I’m blessed

To know you, tho you I fight more than anyone, and against yourself I am helpless

‘Tween you, g, and my goddess, is there any difference anymore in my morning prayers?