Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Divine, I whine

When I feel blue
To you I rue
Would it cease
Quell my unease

Of a misdeed
You I unheed
Now to repent
To you I vent

Dearest Lord
My honour
My word
No more I err

In your belief
I survive
This life I have
You my only relief

Absolve me
Of misery
Of greed
Of this breed

Her almighty
Is the truth
Is the peace
She is at ease

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