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.
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