Chatroom

I talked to God in a chatroom
Told him what I was too scared to do
Like everything that he told me to
I called God on a request line
Told Him what I would like him to do
Ignoring you on the other line

And He said
It rains hard on the wicked
And the righteous alike
The sun shines down on the wicked
But brother I’m going blind

Honey dripping from my lips
With all the toxins that spill from my mouth
When I thought that you weren’t around
Gushing out from the same stream
Brother I didn’t mean what I said
At least I didn’t mean you to hear me

It rains hard on the wicked
And thе righteous alike
The sun shinеs down on the wicked
But brother I’m going blind

I must diminish
But I still increase
I’ve cut off all my anchors
Cast adrift in the sea