Bless me Father, for I am sin, it has been an eternity since my last confession. Not that I intend to start now. I will tell you a story instead, a true story, and maybe that will count as a confession. Are you listening? I wonder if he is listening too. Don’t fool yourself, he doesn’t listen to everything. Like all males, he has very selective hearing and he’s been ignoring me for a long time now. But you are here, my captive audience, ready to be enlightened.

The first thing that I must tell you about myself is that I am no angel. Forgive my devilish sense of humor, but it is true. I was never even a fallen angel. I was his mistress, his love, his equal and together we existed in perfect accord, alone in the world before the world. We created your world together, each of us adding something to it. It seemed like a good idea at the time, we needed a hobby. Everything was balanced perfectly, the land, the air, the water and the things that inhabited our beautiful universe. Then Adam. The narcissist just had to create a little miniature of himself that he could watch play in our world. I knew this stupid toy would ruin everything, so can I be blamed if I went into a rage? He did not even ask me first!

Adam was like a paper doll, it may have looked like him but it lacked any power, any substance. It was ugly. The more I watched this ugly human crapping on my hard work, the more incensed I became. Instead of just removing the offensive being, he thought he could pacify me with a gift. Eve. I still cringe when I think of that pitiful thing wearing my face. Trust me when I tell you, Eve has been highly overrated. You can understand, of course, why I argued with him. How can someone omnipotent be so idiotic? Well, he wouldn’t listen, he acted like I was not his equal anymore, he wanted to keep his toys. When I saw how submissive and passive he made Eve, I understood that he expected me to behave that way. I don’t do passive.

So, I left. I came here to play with you people instead, starting with Adam. Don’t believe the propaganda, I did not show up as some talking snake with an apple for Eve. Your repressed priests have totally corrupted the events. I was the proverbial apple, and it was Adam that I tempted, not Eve. He gave Adam free will but not the intelligence to use it properly. He made Adam love Eve, and geared them to breed with each other. The moronic toy did not even realize that I was not Eve. I made sure that we were seen. I wanted him to watch his little human touch me, have me, he needed to witness my betrayal. He almost ripped your whole world apart with his jealousy, trying to force me to come back to him.

When that did not work, he sent those gossipy angels here to tell your holy men lies about me, as if I am capable of shame. I simply do not care that you blame me for all sorts of evil. His toys do far more evil in our beautiful world than I ever could. He tried to make me jealous once, believing that if he screwed a human too, that I would want to return to him. That did not work either, but you people are still absurdly fascinated by the result of that misguided copulation.

He has mostly given up now, I think he has become resigned to our new living arrangement. Occasionally he will try to get my attention again, do something to make sure that I know he is still there. When he does this, I have to send him a response so that he knows I have not changed my mind. That’s why I am here, telling you our story. Because there is only one thing that I can do that will still hurt him, one thing I can still take away from him. Let’s not misunderstand each other, I am not here to confess, I have no soul to save. He only gave those to you, I still don’t see the point of it. He cares a great deal about these souls he gifted you with. It may be the only thing he does still care about. See, I am not here to cleanse my soul, I am here to take yours.

everyone tells me

how to stitch my own wounds,

they say

boys will be boys,

they say

girl, don't you swoon

i say

everyone shows me

just what to do when a

boy breaks your heart,

they say

sing your own tune,

they say

be your own moon,

i say

nobody tells me

just what to do when a

boy's never broken my 

glass heart in two,

i say

girls will be girls,

i say

boy, don't you swoon

i say

nobody shows me

how to stitch my own wounds,

i say

he is a her,

i say

she was my sun,

i say

everyone told me

our love was a gun

and i'd never convince if 

i don't find my prince,

they say

this is a sin,

they say

you're lost within,

i say

everyone tells me

how to stitch my own wounds,

they say

boys will be boys,

i say

girls will be too,

because

nobody told me

just what to do when a

girl leaves your glass heart

broken in two.

You found me on the moon,

And lost me in the stars,

.

.

.

.

But I am still holding in tight.

There's an infestation in my mind's imagination

I hope they choke on smoke cause I'm smoking them out the basement

This is not rap, this is not hip-hop

Just another attempt to make the voices stop

Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something

'Cause I wasn't the only one who wasn't rushing to say nothing

This doesn't mean I lost my dream

It's just right now I got a really crazy mind to clean

Gangsters don't cry

Therefore, therefore I'm

Mr. Misty-eye, therefore I'm

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

For me, for me, oh

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

For me, for me, oh

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

No, I didn't understand the thing you said

If I didn't know better, I guess you’re all already dead

Mindless zombies walking around with a limp and a hunch

Saying stuff like, "You only live once"

You got one time to figure it out

One time to twist and one time to shout

One time to think and I say we start now

Sing with me if you know what I'm talking about

Gangsters don't cry

Therefore, therefore I'm

Mr. Misty-eye, therefore I'm

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

For me, for me, oh

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

For me, for me, oh

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit

Death inspires me like a dog inspires a rabbit

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

Can you save

Can you save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

For me, for me, oh

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

For me, for me, oh

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

Can you save

Can you save my, save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

Can you save

Can you save my, save my

Can you save my heavy dirty soul?

i wish i

could bring you flowers

in spring

but i

clutch a vase of

snow and dead leaves

of autumns i crave,

of winters i’ve saved

and summer is still

so far away

i wish i

could bring you flowers

in spring

but i

clutch a vase of

past memories

of pain we’ve designed,

of a love left behind 

and i 

can’t let go.

Leave me alone

And stop asking questions

My work is my own

And not your reflection

Calm the fuck down

And just let me be

They're just words on a page

I’m writing for me.