I used to love
the watered-down,
candy-coated gospel.
Everything about it
tickled my ear.

I loved the pretty, perfect
pictures that were painted
every Sunday morning.
Hell didn’t seem too scary.
I wanted my best life now.

“If I knew then
what I know now”,
I would’ve ran far away
from those lies.

I was a dead person walking
but I did not know it at the time.
I felt invincible to a certain extent.
Living my best life now made sense.