tumbling words with sharp edges dance in my head

Praying for strength

Only to be told I’m doing it wrong

“Pray for mercy”, they say

“Asking for strength is like

Asking for a challenge

He’ll only put you to practice”,

This shit sounds so impractical.

If this dude is so magical

Where’s the fuckin balance

Let him use his fuckin talents

The idea of original sin is so

Unoriginal

We suffer from the sins of our fathers.

Mothers, fathers, all of their fuckups

Reflect on us

But the choice is on us

We can make decisions

Independent of a past

Filled with demons and dirty laundry

So when we rise,

When we fuckin rise,

Why should we have to ask for mercy

When he knows what’s in our hearts?

Unsure of spiritual beliefs, I can’t pretend

Because my prayers, my requests, my questions

Are melodies lost in the wind.