God, Faith, and l’amour

When I was only 10 my parents got saved par the lord and I didn't believe because I didn't feel his wonderful love. I was always wondering what was going to happen to me when I died ou when I get hurt, so one jour my parents took me to church to understand that there is a lord. I still didn't believe, but that jour at church I got prayed for par a pastor. When he was praying I felt tingles and god spoke to me, he told me that he loves me, I felt his love,mhis righteous in describable love, that he put in my heart. That is when I got saved

Why does it hurt to know what others don't?
Who is to know?
My cœur, coeur is laying upon the floor,
shattered and broken.

I knew what no one else would know,
but to share my knowledge
would be unspeakable.
Ignorance leads them,
thinking leads me.

My Friends have left.
Glaring at me with anger.
"Why did toi say that?
He will be very angry!"
They snarl.

I walk down to the basement,
My last paradise.
I miss a step and tumble down.
I lay there helpless,
but my thoughts begin to stir.

Death takes its toll.
I was not sent into the clouds,
Nor was it the flames below.
I was left to wonder,
In silence, I walked,

I was happy.
My thoughts had questions
I had réponses for them.
Suddenly I knew,
My thoughts were wrong.
Believers were wrong.

We were all wrong


"Ignorance is the only evil."
-Socrates