Wicked substandard gentile apostate
nonquality poor convert low worldly reprobate
why am I tortured with
a little knowledge
why am I tortured with
a little spark
why am I plagued with
ambiguous ambition
why am I still left in the dark
anger is a poison
desire is a trick
jealousy’s the devil’s snare
but you, Lord wield the stick
the irony is
things would not be
better off without me here
and that’s truly the only reason
I don’t elect
to disappear
what
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