I wrote this a while ago and seems fitting for today.
Sea of Evil
distinct discomfort and inevitable intersections
wandering decades at a time lost in the days
apathetic to angry calls to change a lovers ways
pursuits of passion in a lewd exchange
in all the years only the names have changed
lessons learned are no match for prior pain
but its god now that is sitting in vain
failures in fact lead me to live in fiction
perplexing problems leading to prophets
and still ashamed questions remain
poor profits for a 1st quarter gain
as homeless sleep sick and cold in the rain
calling the wrong number
finding all the right people
with jesus on the cross at the top of the steeple
my plans and thoughts seem so feeble
drowning in a lonely sea of evil
Sea of Evil
distinct discomfort and inevitable intersections
wandering decades at a time lost in the days
apathetic to angry calls to change a lovers ways
pursuits of passion in a lewd exchange
in all the years only the names have changed
lessons learned are no match for prior pain
but its god now that is sitting in vain
failures in fact lead me to live in fiction
perplexing problems leading to prophets
and still ashamed questions remain
poor profits for a 1st quarter gain
as homeless sleep sick and cold in the rain
calling the wrong number
finding all the right people
with jesus on the cross at the top of the steeple
my plans and thoughts seem so feeble
drowning in a lonely sea of evil