Here you go I am passing them Everybody that thought I was asking them I was getting by them by manipulation Bought me a drink and kept on asking when I wasn’t there to be drastic You can on keep begging me for someting to see But you won’t get anything back fantasticly I am elastic and putting every word in plastic Wrapping it up and only giving it to those who are masked in sin Stone Statues wanting to be made of gold They’re so old that they forgot what they were told in bold Covered from head to toe in stories that would make your mind blow It’s crazy how they need some words of encouragement If I didn’t give it to them then their insides would still be hurting But I am hurting just knowing that sin has covered their body Draped them in a curtain needing somebody Torched from the inside Memories beginning to collide I am trying to persuade them with words I provide In time they will be healed of their darkness inside Dividing them from the sins that clouded their judgment
I don't think this poem was focused enough. It just seemed to be missing that link to a common theme, that's what i thought.