Poetry: MY Jesus

She runs..

The bible in one hand

And clinching the pistol in the other

Dear Jesus 

She prays

Let me get away 

Let me find the way 

In my time of anguish 

I pray 

I pray 

Dear Jesus 

She says, 

Oh, let it rain 

Perspiration the only dampness in sight

I've come to You Jesus, 

For You, being my savior 

You must release me from my sins

You must release me from my sins!

Jesus!

I am speaking to you!

When are you going to be here 

You must cover me up.

With the ray of the sun 

The leaves on the tree

Jesus, you must help me find my sanctuary 

And not let me fall out of place,

I am not ready to depart

Jesus, Jesus

My Jesus!

I only speak now for mercy

I know you are going to be here soon 

I'm keeping my self faithful 

I get on my knees for You 

And only You

I know, I know You are going to give me

My possession I rightfully deserve,

Free me of my emptiness

It's all going to be okay,

For I,

Have faith

And my pistol in one hand,

And this Bible in the other,

They say You are some mythical creature

Like a Leprechaun

Or a Unicorn 

But I feel your omnipresence 

You are all around me,

I pray to you, Jesus

Yet, You haven't answered any of my prayers

I asked for the clouds to consume my body

I knelt in hopes of You saving my child

Should I pray to Allah, Mithra, Krishna, or Moses?

Is it going to be okay?

I still have my Bible and my pistols

And blood dripping from my head.