don’t pray for me
don’t pray for me
don’t touch me here and now
i look around
all eyes on me
don’t pray for me now
i’m dirtier than you can see
your heavy eyes see through me
but I’m dirtier than you can see
don’t pray for me now
you wear the label ‘family’
but what does that mean
don’t pray for me now
all eyes on me
to see my needs
to see my gossip feeds
don’t pray for me now
do you know what family means to me
don’t pray for me now.
i don’t want you to see
what is inside of me
i’m dirtier than you can see
don’t pray for me
echoes in the darkness 
Hold on.
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The way you say not to, the more I will pray for you.
“Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.”
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Just know it’s not the praying that disturbs me, its the judgements and the hypocrisy that I have come to despise. So the poem is more about not wanting these people who call themselves family, kick me when I’m down, then say they will pray for me. Well, hell, I wouldn’t need prayer for this if I hadn’t been kicked when I was down. So don’t offer to pray for me when you are the reason I need prayer.
However, I thank you for your comment. Would like to believe that there are real people out there that truly live what they believe and commit to the love that is actually preached and taught.
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Yeah there is definitely a few bad eggs, just don’t let other people ruin any personal walk with God you have. They are just sinners too and struggling, maybe struggling with similar things who knows.
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Great poem. I know what you mean about the judgment. Ugh. I might pray for you too though
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Thank you. I’m not opposed to being prayed for. So I thank you.
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