It's a crazy day so cold
with all I have been told,
and I have seen my troubles
which beat me flawless;
Still young and growing old
many facts and truth yet to unfold,
my chest is dusty and cold
my quest is pure as gold!
Sadness lie at my door,
troubles attacks me like a floud,
nevertheless I believe in God
because he understands the odd,
I have seen the suffering of Job,
it happened today bold,
like the fierce anger of Joab
worse than the strive of moab...
All I can do is cope,
I need prayers from Mr Pope!
maybe he can decode
this agonistic misery, off-code!
Where else can I go?
walking to and fro,
running from my true self!
chasing a fairy chef;
I want this cup to be taken from me
who would save me from this!
am drowning in the deepest sea!
it's titled calamity and me...
Oh, angels has forsaken me!
friends have neglected me!
foes long to hurt me!
so what's more wreched than me?
Looking at my face in a mirror
who is this neither nor?
open windows of terror
has aged me neither nor!
Is there hope left at all?
oops what a great fall!
one day I wiil stand tall
that's a piece left at all...
What's behind me, my shadow
what's after me, a scary hollow!
I laugh at my self
am lower even than a serf,
Tell the preacher to stop
he speaks for those on top,
he's a santified hypocrate
only if he had read about socrate!
And to my fathers, I bid adieu,
and to the young men, I see a few
and to the little once, I wish a new
she's only got me and you!
Pain release me to peace,
worry allow me of self-ease
no longer myself to tease
this prayer I render-lease.
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