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Priest:
Mac, you have come to 217 confessions,
and none of them were your sins...
Mac:
That’s all my bad,
I’ll give it three Our Fathers before I begin.
Father, can we pray first?
Lord knows I need it.
I can feel the demons rising,
time to feed it.
Dear God, where you been?
I’m here to be saved from my father’s sins.
But it’s hard when I don’t know where you been.
You told me your love was unconditional,
reciprocal, based in principle.
I’m in detention, did I mention,
you gave the strongest battles to the strongest men.
But back then...
Man, screw you.
I was only ten.
I did my best, but I needed saving.
All I was craving.
Like yesterday’s eggs, I’ve gone cold.
Down the wrong road.
Waiting for your hand to fold.
Just like my freezer, my heart froze.
Played the wrong note.
Sixteen years I waited.
Popped balloon, I was deflated.
I was always told life is great, God is good.
I misunderstood.
You told me you were with me,
but the devil held the only key.
Trapped behind bottles and cans.
Empty promises, surrendered hands.
I just wanted to say this is the last time.
My punishment doesn’t fit the crime.
I’ve done time.
In my mind.
God, I can’t find my feelings.
I no longer feel things —
inside.
God, are you hearing?
I’m lost and not healing.
I — tried.
I’m paralyzed.
Where is your voice now?
The lost boy would cry out
your — name.
God, you left me alone.
I prayed at the foot of your throne.
Worked myself to the — bone.
Over and over, I’ve tried hard.
Fuck it, hit me, give me one more card.
Apparently from your home I’m barred.
Priest:
Mac, God is always listening.
This confession will be three Hail Marys
and five Our Fathers.
Details
GeneratedAug 13, 2026
Duration1:57
LanguageEnglish
Style
Male vocals, depression, rap. Tired, conversation, fast rap
Credits
Prompt by
Grayscale253
Grayscale253ModelAria v5.5
