I Pray
Help me now, God
Your angels are calling.
Help me now, God.
Your creations are cruel.
It was You who made them,
in the palm of your hand.
It was You who cast the devil
upon this sin infested land.
War, famine, rape and sickness;
hideous gifts you've so plentifully given.
Why pray for you to condemn
In something that you’ve willed?
Why grace you for the soil
that our flesh and rot has filled?
I Pray,
not to be welcomed at the gates of your kingdom.
Nor for You do I drink
The saviour’s red blood.
I Pray
not to You, for the souls you’ve given.
Nor for you
was I on my knees when they'd gone.
I Pray only to condemn
the life in me you’ve built.
I Pray
for my string
to be cut from the morning’s quilt.
I ask of Atropos
to cease the spinning of my
thread.
And of The Moirai so divine,
for my fate to be spun
dead.
So listen to my cries,
my God fearing worship.
Take me now, God
Your angels are falling.
Take me now, God
For your world is cruel.
Posted Jun 14, 2022, 4:15 AM UTC · edited
Very beautiful
thank you very much