Marahute - So Long Forgotten

Concerned you’d ask,

«Son what’s with your trembling hands?»

And I’d reply,

«Jesus Christ, I am a God fearing man,

and I’ve been scared stiff since I was a kid,

That hell is a place, made just to show grace

To a rigid list of,

Well intentioned Calvinists.»

And as it dies it’s in the mist,

It’s in the distance bringing all things into existence

It’s not, it won’t, it can’t exist

Spend enough time fully aware

That it existed

If it’s too hard to swallow

Take your leave

If damned halls may follow…

Perplexed you’d ask,

«Is that where you hang your head?

And I respond,

Oh my god, I’m too nervous to take a stand

And I’ve been anxious since

My father got sick,

When hell was a place

Made up to show grace

To those of us who just can’t

Oh, we’ve tried, but we just get behind a place like that

Seems this toils my life…

And if I start crying now

I may never stop