It´s Hard Not To Shake With A Gun In Your Mouth

I am not a prophet or a teacher. I am a failure of god. Standing in a circle of my brothers. Their fangs out. Everything i had i gave to you. Everytime i tried i would lose. Everytime i try i hear my mothers voice. And see my mothers eyes. But when hers close i´m scared so will mine you are no brothers. Filing out of the church of cain like a thounsand foot pious snake. Hiding it´s sins deep in it´s stomach. Digesting them one at a time. And your voice is a sounding trumpet. Announcing the mountains that you´ve moved. But love is the farthest thing from you.