God!
Do you know I hate life?
Do you know that I completely despise this world that we are all haplessly in?
Do you know that all your children do not want to be sinners at all in the first place?
Do you know that we dun not even know how Adam or Eve (for that matter) looks like?
Do you know we abhor having to bear the consequence for which two earlier mortals did?
Do you know that given a choice, we rather be sin free?
God.
Day in Day out, I work my guts out.
Consequences All for Adam and Eve, our sinful Ancestors
Day in Day out, I cry for a recluse to escape all that I am trapped about.
Running in circles, mockery to life purposes that we have diligently lay out.
Lord.
Your strength is what all preachers bellow aloud.
But I need your strength to come to me delay without.
Deny me a single doubt!
Cast alway every damning doubt.
God.
For we are mere mortals trapped alongside all the earthly crowd.
The crowd which pursue the worldly desires like a hungry hawk.
I worked like a buffalo ploughing the fields.
I long for the day when the shackles will be cut away from my worn out calves.
But each day, I wake up to see the same familiar till.
And then I do the all too familiar labour, grudgingly enduring all things tough.
I felt trapped always, hope to me is something nowadays I doubt.
God, you can lead me to the wilderness, but please teach me to hunt.
Mascarade me with rthymes, to search for food even if I am left with weapons blunt.
Lord help me
Because I love you. Even in my darkest clouds.
Dun let food depart from my family,
and dun make me unable to protect my family from the merciless crutches of the relentless worldly crowd.
