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My name's not Jesus but I'm impaled by fear.

I'm no god nor am I mortal, my life just appeared dreamily:

I was born and opened my eyes and the next thing I'm grown.

Childhood stolen, innocence suffocated, I'm nailed to my cross, I'm godly.

I ain't got nothin' to do with Jesus or God but I try and enter the next realm.

My past has me chained to a cross, my hands and feet bleed constantly.

Godly, ungodly, I'm not sure about my mental health state anymore.

I'm either too weak or too strong, there is no medium.

Not sure if I'm an angel or the devil,

My soul is broken and tired and I can barely trudge on mentally.

Tan hands, impaled and bleeding, ungodly.




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