Where’s my pride

Wheres my pride

Theres no reason to have any

I was made to bow down since I thought I deserved a privilege or a luxury

Where I’m going there won’t be reason for eloquence

song or dance or lecture attenuation.

Since my pride is in my words and I’m a desolate fool

Blind to having seen God when there was opportunity

I hope that when I’ve walked as far as I can go

God will take me, since I couldn’t tell what love, what beauty, what joy I had waiting for me.

I suppose anyones right, since I’m my only reason for suffering.

And so I’d like to believe and know that I will have mercy when life has left my eyes.

Buried in a cemetery, buried in the desert, buried in the moment of what I had, reckoning.

I didn’t know there was no hope for me

I didn’t know I died a time ago

And the words known before there was the phrase

Dead man walking,  and all there is for me is disdain

I once knew what it was like to have the better half

And a fool forever more for letting it slip so easily that

All I am is a laugh.

When I had seen my wickedness, I knew I’d end up in a desolate place, and knew I’d suffer only to be tossed into perdition.  There will never be a green place, a tree with mist and forestries of days to which is said to be of days of joy.  

Who should I point a finger to, since all anyone wanted was for me to shut up and take it.

I suppose thats what life is, since my disrespect isn’t forgiven.

One day when I can, will drop to the ground as dead

Instead of thinking a gun could save me, or an arrow 

Since thats been tried and futile is the way to which

war has lead.  I don’t want riches, I don’t want women

I don’t want a debacle,  I don’t even want a friend

I’ve tried to.. whatever I may, but never got far enough to

know if its true whats been said.

Theres no reason for me to obey or disobey since all I am is a fool

Broken is the mirror in the water since I’m drowning in my sin. 

Soul saving since pointing out soul winning was for winners

And all I can hope for is to someday be truly asleep in rest in God when I’m dead.

Never did I taste the luxury of this age and this day and since what I did was complain for reasons although not always legitimate.  I suppose I inherited this life since The Holy Bible was not considered while there was still something and I am forsaken and there is no one who cares anymore.

Being treated for frailties and weaknesses and suffering is for those who deserve it.  I am just a convict who worry for has been left and the only thing I have to look forward to is dread.

Why point out who’s taken what, since its not important

I write this letter, since its all I have, and all I have is almost gone.

I love you.

Please don’t do that.