Oh Lord,
I come before you a broken man.
Beaten and betrayed,
scorned and condemned.

Oh Lord,
My enemies gather and assail me,
they deprive me of my good.
They chew at my flesh and pick at my bones.

My screams in the wilderness, how long will they go unheard?
Is there no darkness that you can overcome?

I say goodbye to a tune that no longer plays,
and welcome in a mind with space for renovation.

Sobriety and lucidity in a trashed city,
no more looking for assurance in a distant world.

Oh Lord,
You free the oppressed and drive out the oppressors.
Of those being suffocated, you put air into their lungs.
You hold the keys to the grave,
You rise up the departed.

Oh Lord,
fill me with your wisdom,
teach me through your guidance.
Save me from this infinity of inferno.

For how long shall you remain quiet?
Eyes cannot see you and words cannot touch you.

Oh Lord,
Unleash your wrath!
Strike fear into the hearts of those who don’t believe.
Dispose of the wicked and exhult the pious,
For how long shall we wait?

Though they may mock, taunt
and speak out of turn,
they cannot seek you,
for you are not known to them.

They silence themselves,
becoming their own critics.
They beat on the wounded,
and depart the despaired.

Remember always the language of the universe,
the wisdom of those who do not speak,
the whispers of ancestral past.