Mr Chinedum's Lord's Prayer

God, You re Supreme and Holy Eventually admitted my non- brilliant enemy in a Poly. You re the Giver of life and fame: A riffraff neighbor of mine now has a name. You re the Changer of circumstances; It should be time-wasting mentioning the instances. I want my own world to be The Sweetest; I have yet to accept "It isn't The Bitterest... I completely depend on you, God; Though a sinner, from me keep away your rod. I shall be counting time for the opening of my doors like ill-bred kids nibbling at their half claws. What I desire is enemy -angering elevation in life! I had at my throat been staring, armed with a sharp knife.