Grievance

O Lord yours sincerely weary and burdened
What’s done to thyself has shot dead all those who tried
A fortress one has built, brick by brick laid molten
Burning bridges with spite and numbness

O Lord, so weary and burdened
Them, them, all around them
So cheap and disillusioned, as myself
Bought by Mammon,
Hypnotized to fall unconsciously

Just so this weeping rhymes

O Lord, so weary and burdened
What is there to see to know that You are near?
Them, who say they embrace have left the Word in hostage
Them, who say they are saved have lost to the greatest foe,
Them

Your heavy yoke whispers obsolete
The seeds eaten by birds of prey

Your heavy yoke suggests fear
Principles sold for platonic love and decaying loneliness

Your heavy yoke argues boldness
The bold settles for nice words, unbearable

He says, discernment
She says, hold on to the Word
He says, God is God
She says, fear of the Lord is knowledge

This shall pass
All this deceit when one says “I shall”
Because she sees beauty in death
I need this and that, want this and that
Because he sees eternity in sorrow
I have this, and nothing else

O Lord I pray for ignorance
I request blindness
For at least in them I see you alone

O Lord I pray that them
Them see the reflection of rotting
Rotting in self-absorption, riches, security and damnation

O Lord I pray for changes
For stagnancy leaves me lonely

O so weary and burned
And this too shall pass