99 problems

people have falsely denigrated me;
called me ms. anthropic, but my true surname
was plucked from my faith in the heavens;

scraped off the golden gates
like knees kissed by concrete

so I kissed away spirituality's childhood scabs
like it meant that I could find rose colored glasses
because back then, I retained the fierce optimism
of youth tempered by smooth elocution

but since then I have found that
my flaw is my Messiah complex;
complicated like religious differences
like reading psalms hidden within
prophecies about self-fulfillment

so I have given up on enlightening
in favor of preaching from a Bible
without divine guidance
lost myself in the missionary position;
abandoned hope kneeling by the bed

because darling,
you are just beyond saving
and baby, I'm not bitter
but you're just too fucking far gone
for me to revive