Mistaken Gospel Truth Rigour

When in this wicked world My peace of mind suffers cardiac arrest Curled, hurled, unfurled To wolves whose snarl can't rest Until my courage they tear Bringing my citadel to its knees In my heart they dare To inject fear, plunging my vision into seas So deep my courage can't swim Broken and forsaken In a whim Badly mistaken On my wobbly knees I bend Asking God why My precious dreams flounder, to somehow end Up in a teary cry Torn to shreds Stillborn Battered on wanton beds Teeming with scorn Driven by envy and jealousy In circumstances where complicity and duplicity Know no mercy In my vicinity I shake my head, proclaiming 'Devil, you're a liar' Plucking up courage with renewed vigour To steer the focus of my thoughts clear Of the illusion that mistakenly I believed held the Gospel truth rigour.