An Honest Mans Poem

I have cheated, I’ve lied, I’ve scarred, and cried

Glad to be alive, I’ve tried

To give my soul a sense of light

I find myself never in right

The towers collapsed, with it our fate

It all was planned, evil and hate

no matter the murder, no matter who grieves

no matter the life, we never believe

the worst has happened, the one that we love

taken to hell, or worse, above

life is a drama, nothing but a show

god is believable but do we know?

No we do not, we all are not knowing

life is a boat race, constantly rowing

no more lifelines, no one to call

as you row toward water falls

you scream for help, but nobody hears

all you have left is dry bloody tears

your life flashes deep, you wish for the soul

to stay in gods disgusting fish bowl

for what? a job? some stress, I’ve ran

I’m tired of running, from an honest man