Dull Poem by Dan Uriel

my heart is late because God is dull
more lethargic than a dead man
and I am no longer unbalanced jealous
who sings on the fields and runs
evaporating under the foggy sky
and suffer a lot like the fruit of the loom
and peasant charged with God, who sows
that's who and whyI am
still, I don't even make noise
else I never knew if he loves me either
but I will follow him if he loves me
again and again: you are a stranger-!
he suffered more than enough
Yeah, he is in you, he is in danger-God