The epithany of Christianity
By Craig Delta
They say that the candle that burns brightest burns the quickest
I'm well aware that time is of the essence, so let me gift you this present
My presence, my legacy, and thoughts compounding that are killing me
Nobody knows what tomorrow may bring, but I only have one thing
A message, a story, something to represent my glory
As the gears churn, my heart bounds and I yearn
The fire inside me does burn
From this day forward, it's your turn
From glory to danger
I have nothing left, no anger
bury me under a manger, it will do me one favour
Plant blossoms, blooming and no nonsense
I would like your memory of me to be full of positivity
I have anxiety, I have pain and as the water empties into the drain
Let it rain, feel the moisture, wet hands, but nothing to force you
The blood will trickle down my head, like in my accident when I thought that I was dead
It all went black, only for a moment, but it felt like an ocean with a tidal current
Anxiety, the grim reaper beckons me to follow. Only God is my keeper for which I know it
I will never recover fully, even as a child, I was bullied
Plant blossoms, blooming and no nonsense
I would like your memory of me to be full of positivity
I have anxiety, I have pain and as the water empties into the drain
Let it rain, feel the moisture, wet hands, but nothing to force you
Lord, let it rain on me, before I disappear and flee
Feels like the devil is chasing me, Lord, let it rain on me
I just want to live normally
The pain that I suffer, you cannot see
Plant blossoms, blooming and no nonsense
I would like your memory of me to be full of positivity
I have anxiety, I have pain and as the water empties out into the drain
Let it rain, feel the moisture, wet hands, but nothing to force you
Let it rain, Oh lord. My time is depleting, and I'm far from bored
Walk the plank, a wooden board, or hang me from a tree with a cord
Not something I can afford, but it may as well be an accord
Plant blossoms, blooming and no nonsense
I would like your memory of me to be full of positivity
I have anxiety, I have pain and as the water empties out into the drain
Let it rain, feel the moisture, wet hands, but nothing to force you
Drip, drip, it is rain and not sweat
Running scared, sick of the evil
I'm not prepared for my final sequel
I just want to be loved by the people
So I say to you, take a page from my book
Learn that sometimes you walk the path that's not equal
Work the rest out, don't follow my steps
Or else you may turn up early to the final chapter, finding death
