Just Another Jesus
 

As time goes by I feel like just another one of them Jesus's, you know the type that is likely to do nothing but preach to a crowd, so I pick up my pace and add on to the race, going longer and longer it feels like this ****'ll just go on forever, so I take that speech and throw up it in the air, so much frustration, ****, maybe this will never end...

This is a spur of the moment thing, and i don't consider my self much of a writer, so don't be too harsh. I think the end is the weakest part.