Analysis of Believeth Lies

Days are days Night is night
I know now what nothing means in life
Anger is almost near with my faith in you disapating
The mere seconds that pass and more minutes that shed
Rapidly consuming your taught rules are almost dead

So many questions my creator of life
No answers seeping out pointing signs nor left nor right
The name known to all hearts around the world
To nations, to the realm of your never ending darkness
Leaving every thorn pricking blood splatter coming
Through the veins of the heartless

We were forgiven through death in a sick game of who can get more
Even the spiritual with so much perfection and love is unfair to the core
You say forgive thy enemy so we can revenge in their spiritual pain
Noone you said is made the same
Yet not everyone you get to because of self satisfying gain

Why is everyone's forgiveness awaiting to be picked apart and chosen for fun
If we are all different then we are all not on time to our eternal punishment believers know
Only one life to get the golden noose of hope
Scented with a speck of lended strenth and will
To not be late to the scraping of my own chance of redemption

Contradicting your own educating laws with the instilling fear of your wrath all mighty one
Not seen of this world but trusting new versions to many of the one's poor class of lonely waiting to be reconized by the wicked son
Greatest of all gifts is love
Where is the love of forgiveness and redemption for all the souls forced to choke on the vomit of hell
My beloved creator
We all suffer in your trap with you allowing torture to the hearts made with the good
That shall never have failed

One of the heart's of satan's meal is mine
Hear me and ignore the only important vow I ever made to another heart with your blessing and a judge's sign

Unity is not bending
Unity is breaking with every tick of a clock
Love is pushing barriers of unknown hours
I cry and I pray to you to help me find the strength to repair the bond that was promised
--------Silence is louder-------

The communication is not being sought after
I fear is doesn't intend to be
The prayers for another heart before my own is becoming wasted instead of wisely heard
I'm alone inside and out nomatter the day, month, nor year
Right down to the sylobol of the begging words

The wicked show me everyday that i'm alone
The wicked doen't care to be honest or put intact the remaining pieces of your work of hurtful art or agonizing sad tears that you cry in silent tone
The one and only marriage that was everything I ever wanted with a lifelong friend and recently it just began
With the depths of eyes the emptiness blinks reality of the curse that is pathetic, believed to be loyal and only love the greater good out of every heart nomatter the lash I got back
I was made with one of the best hearts in the world
How you could leave me in the pit of hell to be picked apart by their own fears of honesty of conviction