TORTURED

Oh,what a rampant situation? Exactly after a bad fruit lured good intention, Wall collapsed around boarded discipline, A rebel formed out to silly breed, Transgression,crime and deceptions had worn him pain, But his spirituality was shallow, Looking through a window, We saw his future left as fallow, Land of desolation did he dwell, No tree to give him fresh air, Not even a vulture to sing ballads into his ears, Water flowing from rocks was bloody, "Life in ruin,my life is muddy, I'm now a wanderer in a shameful region, No lawyer to defend my speech, How many years will I spend here? Result of freshly submission is pulling me with fear, I'm scorched all day long, By the sun from Malta, Thinking I'm living, But rather dead inside consequences, Where do I go for resurrection? My soul need a divine fortress, And yet,I'm being swallowed in distress, Time waving and day passing, I'm covered by the uproar of black clouds, At night,demons surrounds me in divided crowds, I wish I was not created", The victim really lamented, Before he was delivered, As he turned to God for new basement. His life has being under angelic procurement.