Hence I fall, Hence I die
Hence these days keep passing by
I look up at the sky and sigh
I shake my head and wonder why?
“If you are there then why am I?
Why am I here when you are there?
Why shun my prayers?
Why hide your face?
Why does your gleaming spirit illuminate my grace?
Why do we suffer?
Why do we mourn?
Why do I feel so all alone?
On every side the jackals prowl
Plotting vengeance against your vow
Exact revenge the plot they war
Smash them like a potter’s jar
Rain terror til blind eyes can see
Til the tillers betroth the dirt they bereave...”
I guess it’s just me
Can’t let it be
Can’t wait for the day when you set me free
TheSeedSowerz 
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