Prayers From Sinners by Kori | Written 3/14/2017

Stop throwing bible verses my way,

you have no idea what your are saying,

and I don’t care to hear it.

Don’t worry about what I do,

I don’t murder people or steal from the poor,

my soul is fine.

Don’t send prayers to me,

send them to those who truly need a miracle.

My first world problems is a paradise to those truly suffering.

I sleep on a bed, in house, with food in my stomach.

Stop throwing bible verses my way,

the words you speak have no emotion behind it,

they sound robotic.

You have no clue what you are saying.

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