Back to skurlt.

I stopped believing awhile ago, 
and never
told anyone, just-so. 
It's need-to-know.

And no-one's need 

Could ever be served,
by that, 

from me. 

Except I kept daily praying to God. 
Which some
of you sucka emcees might find -
quite odd! 

You see, though,  I don't
don't stop believing at all, after all
I have known, 
after all
who I've found, 
after all who have 
ever believed at all?

It's you and me God now,
I wouldn't
drop 

the ball. BUT! 

The point is: still,
I was prayin' to God, Who
I asked 
for the help
to go back: 

to school (!) to church, 
for my mom, next
time I see. 'Cause 

I missed a few 

and each time it hurts. 
Right through. But

Aa I do,
when praying "out loud," 
I mangled the syllables!
Mid-thought, and all
right through! And said
(tried saying my) "Back to" sch-WHAT
hey CHURCH! no, WHAT?

BACK! Start it again!

But I didn't. And so it's "Back to skurlt" 
is the prayer I wrought.

So,
suppose

if I really meant it,
and With The
Almighty's Help,
(which I'd done asked for) I
had better have
meant it
in fiery fiber 
of each lil' cell
I'd engaged in the task!
Right
down
to
core, SO 

I ought 

I guess 

to go back to skurlt!