DEAR GOD,
why must I see the road blocked--
and make the about-turn?
I want to know something--
why must all my dream become oblique
and blatantly bare?
your generosity stills stands--
waiting to inject my pessimisms.
in absolute rejoinder, God I agree
the solemnity, the gravity, all that matters.
I stand to be corrected now.
I stand to be given another luck, God.
by placing me anthropocentrically--
I got myself condoned on that glorious tree,
God why did you do that?
why did they bow to me for instance--
capitulating their will under my foot?
or does it mean they pray me?
I am just a piece of the clay--
and you know that God
my righteousness is underdone
it has empty existence at all, God!
Categories:
anthropocentrically, devotion,
Form: Epic