“Your time will come.” I have reassured myself with this for so long now, that my patience currently veers upon thin ice. As I am forced to question myself, “When?” I, hereby, humbly, accept my defeat! I have lost the battle and the war!
O Lord! Thou art sly, thou art shrewd.
Bestow me a heart, and ask me to think wilt my mind.
Claimest thou that I am thy son.
Yet, treat me like any other man and woman.
Why not thou comest down to console me?
If special I am, then show me!
He hath told me. Thy lord is a myth.
Thou art a child of man.
I believed him not. My father, a god.
Goddess is my mother, spoke I.
Lord! Trapped within me, the heaviest of weights
O, teach me how to liberate my fading soul.
Rid my fears, purge my emotions.
Lest I lose my faith, help thy prodigal son.
A peaceful life is all I seek.
Towards bliss. Away from all this noise.
Give me strength my Lord
To fight for what is rightfully mine.
I know thou lovest me wilt all thy might
I thereby, kneel before thee, awaiting thy signs!
PS: Please pardon me for any grammatical mistakes. I am not all that familiar with the style.