Feb 03, 2011
**** the world and all its lies;
It's devil in an angel disguise.
You do everything right,
Keep yourself in angelic light.
Be kind and help the poor.
You were good always, for sure.
Then on judgment day,
It won't mean anything at all.
You'll die anyways.
With the devils you will fall.
So cross your heart,
Hope not to die.
But life has other
Plans in mind.
Never fix one.
In the end,
It doesn't matter what you've done.
In history you may leave a dent,
Even as the first woman president.
But what does that say about you?
That all your dreams once came true?
And now you're rotting in a ground?
Without a thought or a sound?
Don't give up.
That's not what I'm saying.
There's no point in
Living but fraying.
Don't take yourself so seriously
Because one day you'll see
It won't mean a thing in the end.
So stay yourself and just defend.
What I meant by this poem is what I say at the end: don't take stuff so seriously. Just because you had sex before marriage, are gay, say curse words, stuff like that, doesn't mean you're going to Hell (except according to some hardcore Christians). That's why I could never really get into religion - so many rules. All forgiving, except you can't do ****! God loves you, but he'll **** you over unless you're perfect (which is impossible)!
So, according to some, no matter what you do, you probably won't be good enough. So just live life, we're all going to Hell anyways!