Mercy

Pumps my heart to see you take a 180 degree turn, Lumpen and thinking of the wonders your acts had done to me. That a life is made sinning against the creator. It came, yes it does of a divine warning against being cloud by the nipples. When the hormone is crying for it, And age couple with the society vibes are not helping. Then daily longing can't be made whole, Comes, the declaration of sin upon my neck, For love yet unfound has glued me beyond my space. In the heat of anger my creator is and danger is at stake. Won't I loose my crown to this unseasoned voyage? ...in you dear divine I ask for mercy, for the most loved has put on the crown of vashty. Making life miserable even to share a thought. Like Hannah I make my plea that she answers soon, Or at your will let there be miracle. That I will stop my act and Lucifer will not be my lord.