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Aug 2016
Oh Lord,
you know what this is all about
yet no word from your throat.
Is it that I'm so deaf!
Or is it that I'm all dead!

No No May be you're just indifferent.
May be you think I'm so irrelevant.

huh, okay, I know, I am no president,
May be not that elegant and a little bit arrogant
but still my lord, my tongue was so eloquent
I know, it reached your ears, my cries of all these years.
So may be I ain't the one who's deaf, and
may be it's you who is dead.

Forgive me, my Lord, for being this raring
Don't push me down again for this daring
It's just that, huh, it's too much.
I am so trapped in his clutch.

Lord, Why are you so indignant!
Is it because of me being so languish
for your touch that is so delinquent?
Hey, Don't you hear me, the mighty father, am I speaking Spanish!!

May be I'm the fool, coz' I believed you
I believed that you were the break through
May be it's time I do a review,
may be a search for some other Kings too
People say, that they are all tried and true!

No Oh no, You are my only master, my Lord
Ah, I just can't believe that I tried to switch this board.
He made me believe that I am ignored.
Forgive me, Lord, as I'd fallen into his hole.

All I wanted was a name, a name with all the fame
as I was so tired of all their blames.
So I set it in my brain, set it as my aim.
lord, it was all part of his ****** game.

All my worries were on this life, and I gave in myself to the butcher-knife
wanted to be renowned in this city,
never saw that I'm being an unknown in the holy city.
Now I see, as all my worries were of this life,
I should be of all the men to be pitied,
I should've remembered the crucifixion and your resurrection,
No objection, it's time I make that correction
to lead a life as your reflection.
1 Corinthians 15:19 If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied.

The initial part of this song/write up is actually from my journal written a few years back. I know that it is not up to the mark of any poetic or literature standards. Reproducing that part from my journal itself made me full of guilt. Bt anyway, those times in my life were so real. I won't deny the fact that I was s cynical then on my Lord.
justanotherfool
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