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Author: little-chibi-girl
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Spiritual/Angst - Reviews: 3 - Published: 03-18-08 - Updated: 03-18-08 - Complete - id:2490984

Note: I'm not against churches. In fact I love my church,my old oneandmy new one. I just get sick of some of the people in them. and it's not just about churches, it could be about alot of different things.


I’m Tired

I’m tired of all the condemnation,
I’m exhausted from the pride.
I’m weary of the constant nagging,
And worn out from the lies.

I’m hungry for a place that cares,
Starving for the truth.
Feeding off of Preacher's words,
That’s only baby’s milk.

I’m sick of all the drama,
And ill from ignorance.
Lying on my death bed,
From a drug that wecall gossip.

I’m tired of always trying harder,
And stumbling over other peoples bricks.
Soar from years carrying them,
As they pile on the nonsense.

I’m desperate from something new,
Pleading for a change.
On my knees just begging for,
Some place to call home again.


All comments welcome!



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