I've always found your epic tales of great essence and good taste
Surely, you can disregard my prayers,
and have no one question my faith
While your Prophets ascend and descend
Like waiters serving humanity its placebo dose of salvation

Water into wine, moon splitting into two,
cheap magic tricks inside
Nothing is revealed as deep rooted anxieties remain
I've always found your humanlike contradictions ever so humbling
But why must I pray five times a day,
shake my head against some wall
Or have your son die for my sins?
Mere motions by hearts with pseudo devotion

Insomnia has a name, too
Little truths reflected at the bottom of teacups
Gathered in caffeine particles
Stroked by last night
Glimpse of glistening white teeth
Particular to those who drink coffee with a straw!

My God, Allah, Jehovah, (or in any other order)
You, witnessing my struggle
Caffeinated and rushed
As I slump to slumber
Face brushing the cushions
My prayers are lacking, I complain

O father, I can't go on, no longer!
Spare me the afterlife tragedies
And your abusive anger
For insomnia has a name
An eternal sleep, tales of woes
A distress call inviting you, my unwanted anxiety