19 June 2012
Why is it, God, I sense that you are mocking me? My best efforts appear evermore futile As you observe me scornfully
You realise that without hope or a goal It's impossible to score Work Sleep Eat Eat Sleep Work Is that all this life is for?
The more sadness you lay at my doorstep Greater the chance I'll drift and choose The path of least resistance Which the devil has offered me to peruse
On that dark path I've glimpsed twisted redemption An opportunity to be free Satan offers up gifts of temptation And a promise he'll watch over me..
Understand, right now I feel abandoned Deserted, lost and forlorn I've grown weary of this life's tribulations I'm jaded, disillusioned and worn
One sign alone would do it A simple twist in my fortune will suffice With some proof to show in some way it's worth it Then I'd turn back to You without thinking twice.
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Chosen Path • Opuss № I