I want to love God.
I love wanting God.
I love God.
I want God.
Why do I have the need to love God?
And
To sustain all this
I need the anti-god in me.
I love the anti-god in me.
I need hate to keep reminding me that there is a thing called love.
I need my devil to love my god.
The anti-polarities we always need to keep our dreams of wanting to love pious polarities.
Words simply flummox me, eh. I get caught. And then I throw stones at the devil to keep my urge to throw flowers at my god. Little do I realise that my pious hymns need my hateful hiss at my sins to glorify them as godly divinity.
I love wanting God.
I love God.
I want God.
Why do I have the need to love God?
And
To sustain all this
I need the anti-god in me.
I love the anti-god in me.
I need hate to keep reminding me that there is a thing called love.
I need my devil to love my god.
The anti-polarities we always need to keep our dreams of wanting to love pious polarities.
Words simply flummox me, eh. I get caught. And then I throw stones at the devil to keep my urge to throw flowers at my god. Little do I realise that my pious hymns need my hateful hiss at my sins to glorify them as godly divinity.
