my harms are many

my salvations few

let the Lord weep for me

when I die and His vengeance is through

I don't care if it's not what He wanted

it's His Will and we can go to hell

when all pleas and laments were silently taunted

I knew I had no one no one to tell

about the lingering smell of righteousness

burning a hole in the side of my raft

and to human yells of "God Almighty please please enough"

so a whole life wasted in my craven craft

where I lost like blood drop by dropping drip any remaining trust

many harms few to help and a view of earthly reality bereft

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