Hopeless: Hopeless

God so loved the world,
he gave his only begotten,
to save the souls of mankind,
yet why,
am I,
marked as a whore,
as dirt,
as unfit for heaven,
marked as a traitor,
unknowing my own sin,
until it's too late,
an infinity too late,
Am I me by choice,
and therefore subject to man's mistakes?,
or is this infact,
only my true self,
my essence,
being thrown into darkness,
left with no name,
no joy,
no dreams,
no hope,
no future in paradise,
condemned to wander,
in wastelands,
even as Lucifer,
who was compelled,
to fall on his own sword,
Roll out the blood red carpet,
and behold this fair creation of God,
this child,
marked as a whore,
as dirt,
as unfit for heaven,
left with no name,
no joy,
no dreams,
no hope,
no future in paradise,
An infinity too late.